LMM 223: Downpour

Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the one in need of a hot drink.


Fat, frigid drops sent pedestrians scurrying. As umbrellas popped like toadstools around Jacques, he found cover under a scanty awning along the front of a tiny shop that sold novelties and sweets.

He would have preferred a cozy café.

Jacques knew from past experience that even a seemingly insignificant alley could lead to a whole array of tiny restaurants, but without Argent’s nose to guide him, he’d be aimlessly floundering. And probably catch his death.

As the rain took to pounding, Jacques swore. “Where’s a Starmark when you need one?”

Suddenly, a wolf loomed over him, close enough to kiss.  

Posted: March 15, 2021
Prompt: Flounder, suggested by BlueFrost
Words: 100

Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.


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