《Arkhay (Writers block on this story..Sorry guys. might never add more)》You Missed a Spot (Chap 6 Part 1)
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little over 1800 words.
Might be able to get part 2 and 3 done today.. Maybe. depends. Not feeling 100% Today.. And Uranus is out of alignment.
We shall see.
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Chapter 6
You Missed A Spot
“If at first you don't succeed Try try again”
W. E. Hickson
The goddess ran through the waves on the beach ….her platinum hair glistening from the water. Running up to me with a happy smile she told me I had to get up. Her words Confused me, I was standing already. I took her in my arms tightly and said that I was already up.. Still with a happy smile on her beautiful face she told me once again louder this time that I REALLY needed to get up. Not paying any attention to her confusing words I pulled her in for a kiss...
'SPLASH' … 'YAAAAAAAhhhhhhh' I screamed out. Wildly looking about I see that I am back in my bed soaking wet and Martha was standing at the door with a dripping bucket. “I called you twice before I got the bucket Richard. You need to get ready for the day or your going to be late. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen.” Seeing that I was finally truly awake after her words Martha turned around and closed the door on her way out.
'Why is it every time I am having a good dream it gets interrupted!!?' My mind cries out. Letting out a loud 'Sigh' I crawled out of my now soaking wet bed and proceeded to get dressed. After dressing I stripped the wet linens off the bed and bundled them up. Carrying them out with me to the kitchen I asked Martha where I could hang them up to dry. After telling me about the laundry line out the backside of her house we sat down to a wonderful meal of mashed up 'Carto' and fresh baked bread.
After eating and helping clear and clean the dishes I headed out the back door and hung up the wet bed linens. Walking back into the house Martha stopped me as I was getting ready to leave. “Richard, A couple things before you leave. First I wanted to thank you for how you told my grandson Tommy about Old yella. Not many people would have shown the compassion you did. Also Don't let old Frank get under your skin. I have a sack here with a bit of food for your lunch.” Handing me the sack she gave me a smile turned about and disappeared into her kitchen. Putting the sack into my inventory I headed out the door while yelling out “Thank you Martha”.
Walking to the blacksmiths shop did a good job of waking me up the rest of the way. It was still dark out but the suns rays were starting to peak out over the valley. I was looking forward to getting my wabbit fur coat and gloves soon. The temperature must have dropped down into the low forties over night.
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Just as I reached my destination Ben the blacksmith burst through the door in a rush. Seeing me he yelled out while running away “I will be back In a couple days, Do what you want just don't break anything!” This turn of events was quite unexpected, standing there I was doing my best impression of a deer caught in a cars headlights. Shaking of my 'Deer in Headlights debuff' I was still at a loss as what to do. Walking through the shop once again and not knowing what I was going to do I took a survey of the shop.
I couldn't help but notice how cluttered and messy the entire place seemed. “Thats IT!” I said out loud to myself. Knowing I knew nothing about being a blacksmith yet the only thing that I could do with some sort of confidence was to clean and sort the shop. Thinking that it was a great idea I once more looked at my new workplace. A low groan escaped my lips when I realized just how much work it was going to take to clean the place up. How do you eat a elephant dear reader? One bite at a time.
After eating my lunch at noon I closed up the blacksmith's shop and headed off to Franks small house on the other side of the village. On the way I noticed the usual groups of woman talking and giggling. Thinking that the locals seem to have a lot of free time on their hands to be standing around a gossiping I finally made it to Frank the Enchanters.
For the second time that day just as I was about to knock on someone's door the door crashed open and there standing in front of me was Frank. Thankfully or maybe not this time my new boss didn't go running off without leaving me any instructions. The first words out of his mouth seemed to be a repeat of the night before. “YOUR LATE..” and the Next gem out of his mouth equaly was designed to raise my hackles. “Have you been rolling around in a fireplace? Your FILTHY!. Your not coming into my home like that.!”
Yep I was covered from head to toe in dirt and grime..I had been working all day in the blacksmith's shop after-all. Somehow I didn't think this old coot would give a damn about what troubles I had to deal with. He just seemed to be a ornery old cuss just for sake of it. He Turned around and in doing so his tail slapped me in the leg with a thump. The Old Cuss snapped his head around and said “Don't you be getting fresh with me boy ill rip off your head and eat well for a few days! Get yer ass down to the lake and clean yourself up.!Hup hup on the double Daylights awaisting!”
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Turning around and running off towards the lake I swear I thought I heard the old cuss laughing his ass off as he went back inside his house. Maybe it was someone else in the village ..I didn't have time to check as I did a bum rush to the lake. Reaching the lake and knowing the damn thing was probably colder than a witches Tit. I threw myself in to quickly get over the shock of the cold water. Kind of like ripping a band aid off.. Better to get it over with quickly then going about it slowly.
After scrubbing what dirt and grime I could off of myself and my clothes I climbed out of the water and realized that maybe jumping in had not been such a good deal after all. While it wasn't exactly cold out it definitely wasn't warm ether. By the time I had made it into the village proper I was shaking like a dog with a bad case of fleas. Pausing a moment to rub myself down and gain my bearings something warm suddenly encasing me. Looking around I see Beth Tailor stepping back from me after putting a blanket on my shoulders.
Bowing to her I said “Thank you my lady you doth saved my life this day” in my best British aristocrat accent. (it was a pretty poor attempt at a accent but hey..Who here in this world was going to know the difference right?) Laughing she said “Your Welcome fine sir you looked like you needed a bit of warming up”. Here smile and laughter seemed to actually warm me more then the blanket at that particular moment. “So Richard why are you standing here soaking wet?” she asked.
I told her about how my day had been going so far and when I explained about Frank her face screwed up into a frown. Exclaiming “Arrr that rotten old man is up to his tricks again!” She stormed off in the direction of franks. Not wanting to miss the show I quickly followed. I learned a long long time ago NEVER under any circumstances irritate a woman. Its just not conducive to a long and happy life. God forbid you make the mistake of doing it to a woman your married to..... (Words to live by dear reader)
Hanging back just a little bit not wanting to get caught up in the potential battle that was about to be fought I couldn't help notice how cute Beth's ears made her look. For being covered in fur and having a tail she sure had a nice ass also. (Now before you cry foul dear read know this.. I the AUTHOR. Am a Male. Noticing things such as the above is ingrained into males before we are even born..So I don't want to hear no BS about how I am Objectifying woman. If you don't want that to happen don't go running about in skimpy clothing and with enough makeup to paint a house! Nuf said?) [Dan: You tell em boy! Damn feminists]
{{{Real author note:I Wonder how many readers will drop the story after that last part...If you honestly think its a bit over the top toss me a line down in the comments section and i will remove it.}}}
While I was ruminating over Beths physical attributes we had reached Franks. Stalking right up to Franks door she started wailing on it with a passion. 'BAM BAM BAM' yelling out “UNCLE FRANK!! get your mangy ass out here!” The door opened up and a sheepish looking Frank stood in the door. I have to give the guy credit where credit is due. He did his best to placate the Hurricane standing at his door before it could blow him away.. “Hello Beth what a nice surprise you coming to visit your old uncle frank....” Growling at him Beth laid into him “What the hell were you thinking sending Richard down to the lake to clean up?! You know how cold that water is HE COULD HAVE DIED! You old Miscreant!. One of these days your jokes are going to end up killing someone. Then whats going to happen to you....” Her tirade there at the end lost a bit of steam.
Nodding at her words he at least had the humility to appear ashamed. Turning towards me he said “Richard I am sorry for how I have treated you up to this point. I am a old old man, And sometimes I let my sense of humor get away from me.” Looking at the old cuss I couldn't help feel sorry for him a little bit despite how he had been acting.
Taking a minute to think a few things through I decided to forgive him. No real harm was done..And there was the little fact that I DID want to learn enchanting. So it wasn't totally Unselfish of me when I said. “Apology accepted Frank” At my words Beth gave me a wide beaming smile winked at me and turned to go. As she was walking away she called out with laughter in her voice “You boys play nice now.” and with the she was gone. Looking at me Frank pointed down at my pant leg and with a wink said “You missed a spot boy!”
End part 1
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