Showing posts with label Frella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frella. Show all posts

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Chapter 80 Witness

  Shortly before sunset Thames arrived home from his daily wanderings.  A swishing of skirts and eager feet came to greet him.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Chapter 73 Thames' View of the Honeymoon PG13

  Thames thought back over his honeymoon.  It had been far better than he ever could have imagined.  He could hardly believe his luck.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Chapter 67 Learning

  Frella let down her hair.  Carefully she took out the precious scarf Queen Yolanda gave her.  With great care she tied it around her golden locks.
  Imagine me, looking like a queen!  I hope Thames likes it.
  She stepped out from behind the screen.
  "Well look at ye."
  Frella smiled.
  "Thames, what is that stick for?"

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Chapter 66 First Wagon Ride

  "Ye see Frella?  Jest like the caravan back home."
  "It's so fancy."
  "I'm jest glad ye like it.  That one there is fer us.  I jest need to sign some papers."
  "All set Frella."
  They walked inside.
  "Well....do ye need to rest..."
  "No, I rested all the way here."
  She sat down on the comfy carpet.
  "Well, if ye be ready..." he said, turning toward the wall.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Chapter 64 Let Them Eat Cake

  After Thames kissed her, everyone applauded.
  Or perhaps they had begun to applaud before that.  Frella was never quite sure.

Chapter 63 Frella's Father

  He stepped out from between the trees.  He watched the gypsy man from a distance.  The gypsy didn't see him, and he did not call out to him.  He did not want to be seen.  It would be best if his family knew not of his daughter, or his daughter of himself or his family.  And yet here he was, watching the gypsy prepare to marry his daughter.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Chapter 62 Cold Feet

  It was time for Thames to dress for the wedding.
  Thames dragged his feet all the way there.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Chapter 61 Frella

  Frella Longfellow finished putting on the gypsy clothes her husband to be sent to her.  She was ready to leave, to go and wed him.  Or at least she was as ready as she was going to be.