The Unionville Chronicles
Twenty-first Canto
To hear this week's Canto, click on Rolando.
Click on the cowboy to read along.
This sketch, by Victor Hugo would have been the first picture if I'd known how to find it. Thanks, Ariel.
Labels: Fiction, Story, Unionville
posted by Doug at 4:31 AM
15 Comments:
I don't have a head wound, but I don't mind speaking anyway.
"droll drawl dragged" just loved that! tried to say it three times really quickly in a row. That was fun!
5th stanza was superb!
...for now I am troubled with the last lines...anyone willing to enlighten me...feel free to share!
Aw...this was sweet and sad.
Great reading Doug.
good and woof
"Spitting on his boots, a symbol of trust," - I'll have to keep that filed away for future reference.
This was a nice way to wind down this Saturday. Your storytelling abilities just continue getting better. As I struggle to come up with new bedtime tales...
Minka, droll drawl dragged took me a few tries.
Thanks, TLP. Who else would be fool enough to follow Lulu?
Thanks, Icy and bow wow.
As I struggle to relax, G, thank you.
Whoa! That's a scary pix!
Sorrow never sounded so good.
I'm glad I didn't see that last picture first.
I'm waiting for a website where someone tried to best your words.
called "waking waking ambrose". ;0
LOL @Cooper
Cooper, I was thinking of "Waking Wonderlandornot."
I agree, Ariel.
Great verse, Doug, and I agree with Monika, "droll drawl dragged" was superb. And that is a most eerie picture Ariel found you.
Actonbell, I want a sloppy Rita right now.
The cows grazed the brush and scratched against rock.
The breeze sipped their dust and their smell. Excellent - I can experience it through your words.
Those pictures are priceless - you have a knack. Ariel - you aren't so bad yourself... I like it.
What is a sloppy Rita?
Terry, if you examine Actonbell's new avatar it's an advertisement for Sloppy Joe's Sloppy Rita's. I assume that's a margarita.
I am proudly taking compliments for any picture of anybody. :-)
That drawing stuns me more every day. When I first saw it, I thought it was a skeleton. When the monitor gets less light, it looks like a fat man hanged in his suit.
Yuck... a hanging.
I like your High Sheriff's voice. It sounded a lot like you, only more curmudgeonly.
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