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Old Crikey Part III

“But Antoine what Carla?” asked Philip. “He is not Lady Victoria’s son! In fact, he is not a person at all! He is a stupid dog. A bad dog. A very, very, very bad one!” Carla cried. Philip was just gaping at her. He had lost his sleep and then traveled to Paris for a dog? Good lord! No!

“It’s true Philip and shut your mouth now. I gave him away to a breeder. This is not the first time. 

Every time Antoine was lost, the Lord would replace him. The lord of the house knew we hated him but he loves the lady so... But this time I had had enough. It tried to bite my leg off the other day! So I let him run away and did not speak of it to no one. Hence, the kidnapping was reported!” Carla told Philip.

“And what about Paris then?” asked Philip still dizzy. “Oh that, well I made up the whole thing about the torn ticket because the driver mentioned I was the last one to leave the room. And I have always wanted to go to Paris. So I am here and I have you!” cried Carla.

No more words were exchanged as Philip blushed a beetroot red when Carla kissed him. They planned to buy another Antoine. They would marry in a little chapel and settle in that cozy cottage, Philip had always wanted.

PS: Antoine, was named Antoine as Lady Victoria once had a lover by the same name but he never proposed!
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(Image only for representation purpose. Copyright lies with the artist. Not Waving but Drowning Fine Art Print - Trudi Doyle)



He walked, bare feet, on a mass of crushed sea-shells Coarse sand clung onto him, he watched her Afar; sitting motionless on a wind-beaten rock As if waiting for knell
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