"I have brought my wife, Lucy, to the dance," I explained.
"There is to be a dance?" Lucy looked uneasily around, the inn's charm corrupted by her growing foreboding.
The landlord guffawed again, his mouth agape, his red cheeks burning as he laughed loud and heartily. Tears fell from below those wild eyebrows and he wiped his face with his huge hands.
"It is good, yes, she will enjoy, I think," he laughed uproariously.
The room was suddenly full.
The music suddenly began.
Before my dear Lucy could say another word, I took her in my arms and we danced.
Christopher 4 months ago
Oh crap! I don't like where this is headed.
(In the first line is it supposed to be "brought my wife" instead of bought?)
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Oh yes, well spotted, I don't think her purchased his wife (though maybe he did, who knows?) Thanks Christopher, silly mistake :)
Neville Hunt 4 months ago
I may have to tell you I told you so!