I did say I'd share so here is the first part of a story I'm working on.


CRACK!

Silver blue streaks race across an otherwise unblemished afternoon sky. The smells of relaxation waft towards the tangle of sheets, a fragrant blend of peppery bacon, warm cinnamon, sweet cream on scones and pungent, first-flush Darjeeling. Minutes later a soft knock sounds against the open door. The lump twitches.


"Breakfast is served milady."

It snores. Rolls to the left. Right. Left again. The linen mass tumbles to the floor

A soft snort punctuates the fall. "Go away Rex." An arm snakes out of the mess, swatting at some imagined figure. The intruder stills, tray balanced precariously on one hand. A faint wrinkle forms.

"Rex?" he mutters quietly. Seconds later, a decision is made and the tray set on the nightstand.A sticky-sweet strip of bacon pilfered from its brethren.

"No," she groans "not the bacon."

He freezes, millimeters from consuming stolen booty. How did she know?

A drowsy snicker escapes. "I see everything."

He shudders. There's no way.

He shakes off the sudden chill and proceeds to bite into his prize and waits as sixty excruciating pass. Noting the distinct lack of reaction, he reaches for a second slice.

"Not my bacon!"

That piteous wail was the final straw. The plan had to be enacted.

Bright Eyes,

That actually made my mouth water. It is cruel to write so descriptively of bacon when I am on a diet.

Thank you for sharing your obvious talent.

Dave.

In that case, I feel compelled to throw myself on the mercy of the court.

Thank you for the compliment, that means a lot to me.