Create a Scene Tuesday (5)

Welcome Back! Since I’m feeling better, I’ll be heading to the beach tomorrow, so if you don’t hear from me until the evening please understand. Last opportunity to get some sun and surf before heading back to school. For rules – please see Create a Scene Tuesdays. For last weeks entries – click here!

This week:

 Character – A Ghost (male, female, or it)

 Action – Picking up an object

 Setting – Mansion

My entry: Trevor Johnson wandered the halls of the MacGregor Manor, a lovely mansion at the top of a lush green hill. He was passionate about his job, the original butler of the house and the loyal servant of to Lord Frederick MacGregor. Even when Death came to deliver his soul to eternal peace, he refused to leave the mansion and his duties to the MacGregor family. For four centuries, he had strolled through the halls, keeping an eye on the staff.

He walked into the dining hall where the newest master of the house, Benjamin MacGregor, sat eating with his great-aunt, Lady Jane. A wealthy woman from London, she owned a fortune which Benjamin was dying to inherit. She had ridden for half a day to the mansion to discuss matters of estate. Her wrinkles revealed her age and her cheeks red from the whisky she had consumed on her long trip. She held out her crystal glass, awaiting the fine red wine which Benjamin had brought from his private stock.

“Reginald!” Benjamin called nervously, tugging at his collar. “Reginald! Where is that man? I’ll be right back Aunt Jane. Someone will tend to your drink in just a moment.”

Benjamin marched from the room as Lady Jane continued to hold out her glass. Trevor straightened up and picked up the bottle of wine. He stepped next to the woman’s side, just behind the chair, and poured the liquid into her glass.

Lady Jane glanced over. Her eyes widened as he watched the floating bottle pour the wine. The cork was popped back into the bottle’s mouth and floated back to the cabinet. She placed the glass down next to her plate, staring in amazement.

“I’m sorry, Aunt Jane,” Benjamin busted into the room. “I have no idea where that man went! I swear he will be fired for his absence.”

“It’s alright, Benjamin. There is no need. I think, as they say, I will be going on the wagon for a while.”

7 thoughts on “Create a Scene Tuesday (5)

  1. This is a really well developed scene, Kelsey! I look forward to hearing about your beach day. 🙂

    My Scene (I’m really having fun with this series):

    George held the puzzle piece in his hand like a prize. Although no one but Mrs. Willoughby could see him, he hid behind the sofa so that a puzzle piece floating in the air wouldn’t call attention to itself.

    Jane and Geoffrey, the twins, were working on the puzzle with their grandmother at the small table next to the large windows. The storm raged just beyond the pane of glass, lightning flashes illuminating their 5000 piece puzzle every few moments. It was the night before Christmas, and they had been working on the puzzle of the very mansion they were in since the summer. The puzzle had been a gift from their parents, who traveled each winter to warmer climates while leaving the care of the children to their grandmother and Mrs. Willoughby, the housekeeper who had lived in the house forever but who always seemed to be middle-aged.

    The view of the puzzle scene was from the front walkway, and the only section remaining was the middle of the window in front of which they currently sat. The section was uniformly blue, reflecting the blue sky at the top of the puzzle.

    Jane squealed as she popped a piece into place.

    “Only two more!”

    Geoffrey positioned the piece in his hand, and they all looked at each other.

    Where was the last piece?

    They looked under the box, under their chairs, in the folds of their clothes.

    Mrs. Willoughby was staring at the spot behind the sofa, shaking her head with disapproval. Put that back, she mouthed.

    George sighed. He could not choose to disobey her. The twins and old woman were too busy on their hands and knees to notice the puzzle piece seemingly glide from behind the sofa to the only place it would fit.

    “Oh, Grandma, you found it!” Geoffrey said when he stood and look at the completed puzzle.

    The old woman scratched her head.

    The last piece was not blue, as the surrounding pieces were, but offered the faintest, ghost-like reflection of a young impish boy.


  2. Great Aunt Eliza had passed at the Breedsmore Manor in late July. As my friend Janice and I drove up the gravel drive on that dark drizzly day, I could swear I saw a light in her bedroom. When we pulled up to the great double doors, I felt a strange presence. I slipped my hand into my pocket. I felt the old key. I pulled it out and slid it into the lock. Turning the key slowly, the latch released, and the door moaned as I pushed it in. Janice walked in first. I followed closely. The manor lacked the animation and levity I remembered from when I was a child. We walked into the great room and lit a fire. The flame licked the logs and cheered the room. Janice put the picnic basket on the coffee table. We sat on the rug and started to eat when a tall specter entered the room. She had her silver hair pulled back into a bun. Her dressing gown glowed like ethereal silk. She lifted the bottle of port from the sideboard and poured herself a drink. She turned to us and winked.


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