Finish the Story – Oct #9

Here we go with another Finish the Story for which I have been tagged by my pal Michael over at Morpethroad.
Teresa started it, so now it’s up to me to add the next installment.
The story so far:

After the Long, Hard Winter

Winter had been hard. Harder than anyone in Goosedown had expected. It was six weeks into spring, and Emily never felt better. She was finally able to get out into her garden. The spring flowers had fully said hello and colour was everywhere, but the one thing she was most happy about was the Goosedown Spring Festival that was taking place today.

With one last check in the mirror, she adjusted her bright pink hat and set out for the park. While walking there, she met up with …

Michael’s bit:

Mary from the Dairy trudging along carrying two pails of fresh milk. The milk was for Miss Turnout’s café and scone emporium.

It was clear Mary was not happy as everyone in Goosedown knew of the animosity between the two women. Mary had been in love with the handsome Sir Michael, and it was Miss Turnout who spread vile and vicious rumours about Mary such that Sir Michael turned his back on Mary and went off and married the less than gorgeous Phillipa the Needle maiden.

Mary had long held the grudge against Miss Turnout and every now and then she would clear her throat and deposit the said clearance into one of the buckets. Emily being the sweet and innocent young lady she was and at that moment filled with the expectation of the coming spring and smiled serenely at Mary as she went by.

“There’d be nothing to smile about young Emily,” said the sour Mary as she passed and deposited another into the left bucket, “the rotten old cow destroyed my life, I’m gonna make her rue the day she spread rumours about me, no matter how true they might be. Sorry I should not have said that.”

Emily had no answer to Mary’s statement and was not a girl given easily to gossip so she…

My bit:
nodded and continued to smile sweetly as she watched Mary trudge away.
With every step, Mary moaned and bitched about Miss Turnout under her breath.
Her deposits in the milk seemed to do little to improve her mood and now she had a nagging toothache.
Maybe a filling had fallen out and was ratting around in the bottom of the bucket. Better still, maybe the old trout would swallow it and choke. That made her laugh, which in turn made her cough and there followed another satisfying splash in the bucket.
More bitching and moaning in rhythm to her footfalls, gradually fading into the distance and out of Emily’s earshot.

Emily was enjoying her walk to the park, taking in the riot of colour on the way, the lovely sunshine, and the anticipation of the Spring Festival, especially as it meant passing through……………

To be continued

I’m going to hand over to Fandango………. and see where he takes us.
Tag: You’re it!