ralphboats
03-04-2017, 03:06 PM
Please believe it was great meeting Rupert Jones. We were both at college together. We were both nineteen. Both old enough to be at university. I really admired his lyrics. He was pleased. I was invited to spend some time with Rupert in a cottage. I journeyed down to Cornwall using the train. I had my diary crammed with Rupert's amazing lyrics.
'I actually own this cottage,' said Mary.
Mary was living with Rupert.
It was somewhere in Cornwall. Indeed it was a remote area alright. Where was one to buy a loaf of bread, the needed milk and eggs?
Rupert was making strange statements. He needed to murder a famous sculptor living in Wales. Mary just laughed. She poured cider over a rabbit there. The rabbit's name was Horace.
Mary was forty.
Mary Jones was just about to switch off the light. She was too exhausted by the good book to read anymore. There was a thump on the door.
'Eric, I just can't believe it!'
It was Eric, Mary's brother. She had not seen Eric for twenty years.
Mary told Eric about Rupert's strangeness. Eric promised to take Rupert to the police.
I discovered that Mary and Rupert were lovers. I didn't want this. I was against gaps in the ages two people in a relationship shared. Then strange things came. Mary was using the black arts to control Rupert's mind. I felt better. I was told Eric was an alcoholic. It was enough. He'd sort it all out given the sufferance under his belt.
Eric and Rupert left the cottage.
'I actually own this cottage,' said Mary.
Mary was living with Rupert.
It was somewhere in Cornwall. Indeed it was a remote area alright. Where was one to buy a loaf of bread, the needed milk and eggs?
Rupert was making strange statements. He needed to murder a famous sculptor living in Wales. Mary just laughed. She poured cider over a rabbit there. The rabbit's name was Horace.
Mary was forty.
Mary Jones was just about to switch off the light. She was too exhausted by the good book to read anymore. There was a thump on the door.
'Eric, I just can't believe it!'
It was Eric, Mary's brother. She had not seen Eric for twenty years.
Mary told Eric about Rupert's strangeness. Eric promised to take Rupert to the police.
I discovered that Mary and Rupert were lovers. I didn't want this. I was against gaps in the ages two people in a relationship shared. Then strange things came. Mary was using the black arts to control Rupert's mind. I felt better. I was told Eric was an alcoholic. It was enough. He'd sort it all out given the sufferance under his belt.
Eric and Rupert left the cottage.