The Toad and the Tigress – A short story

As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed. 

This story was first published on the 8th of April and is one of The Britchy One’s favourites, and she has very good taste 😉

I hope you like reading this story, or reading it again if you read it the first time. 

All the best 🙂 

 

 

“Kelly-Anne Thomas come here this instant!” Boomed Mrs Jameson, the deputy headmistress. Mrs Jameson was the terror of the school, she always wore her formal black gown over the clothes she was wearing, usually a twin-set and pearls, and usually strode up and down the corridors trying to thwart any rule infraction she could catch. 

Kelly-Anne jumped a mile. She hadn’t heard the tell-tale thud of Mrs Jameson’s’ determined steps coming along the corridor. She sheepishly obeyed the order and walked over to where Mrs Jameson was imperiously pointing. 

“What were you doing sneaking into that classroom? You have no business being here at break-time. Why aren’t you outside getting some fresh air into your lungs?”

“I’m sorry Mam, I had left something in my bag and I had gone back to get it.”

“Don’t lie to me girl. That isn’t your classroom. Your classroom is the next one along. So out with it, I will give you one more chance to tell me the truth.”

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A multiple Word prompt story – The Aesthetical Effete

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Essential

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/your-daily-word-prompt-classification-july-22nd-2018/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/esthete/#like-157

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/egg/#like-74

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/three-things-challenge-22-july-2018/#like-1942

Today’s things are: space camp, toad, smell

The Aesthetical Effete

He thought of himself as a man of considerably advanced tastes. He was an aesthete, a lover of fine art and beauty. Other’s considered him as an Effete, overly affected and weak. He knew perfectly well what some people thought of him. He rather liked to exaggerate his natural manner just because he knew it irked them all the more. He lived in a world full of beautiful objects. He had a Faberge egg in his bedroom, which he called a boudoir. It wasn’t one of the really nice ones, with rubies, sapphires and diamonds, but it was still a beautiful egg.

Appreciation of beauty was ingrained in him. It was an essential part of his nature. His Mother, a beautiful creature who looked so much like a Greek statue of Aphrodite that she had never been without a horde of lovers, had taught him from the cradle of the importance of beauty.

Of course beauty wasn’t just about feasting the eyes alone; the other senses had to be equally stimulated. Around his house he kept bottles of scent, Chanel, Givenchy, Elizabeth Taylor. What an Icon that woman was, the epitome of glamour and beauty, she even created one of his favourite perfumes of all, he adored the smell.

Spraying himself all over with ‘Passion’ by Elizabeth Taylor, he was ready to face the world.

The Cab pulled up outside the apartment block and a man in a purple suit with an orange scarf got it.

“Take me to Foyle’s my good man” he said.

The driver quickly wound his window down to let in some fresh air.
Despite the usual traffic issues in London, it wasn’t long before the Cab pulled up at Charing Cross outside Foyle’s.

“Thank you, keep the change” Said the fancy fellow handing over a twenty pound note.

The man then strode purposefully into the building. People stared a bit, but he was not only used to it, he rather revelled in it. Even in London, a place full of odd characters and amazing diversity, he still had what it took to stand out from the crowd.

He walked up to the front counter and spoke to the rather ugly lady behind the front desk.

“I have come for my book that you kindly put by for me” he said, trying not to look at the Sales assistant too much. She reminded him of a toad. Really with today’s marvellous range of make-ups and the talented hair-stylists, there really was no excuse for appearing in public in such a disgraceful state.

“I have a copy of the Space Camp by Robert Aldrin. Is that the one?” She responded.

“No I should say not. I detest Science Fiction with a passion. No mine was a book called ‘Aesthetics for the modern age’; I can’t remember the author’s name”

“Oh yes, here we are. We had trouble with its classification. We’ve put it under miscellaneous. You know, you’re the first customer to ask for that book” The sales assistant said, handing over a large coffee table book with a bright pink cover.

“You don’t say? Well I’m sure now I’ve bought one they’ll be a rush. Ta ta” He handed over the money and grasping the large pink book, made a speedy departure.

He hoped it would generate a rush as he’d written the book himself.

He’d been disappointed that it hadn’t become an instant bestseller but after all, the world was full of philistines.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/July/2018

Ashcroft Hall Chronicles – The Story Continues

Yesterday I wrote a story that I called the Toad and the Tigress. It was a short story about a schoolgirl who was caught doing something naughty. I created the characters of two teachers, one who was very demanding and forceful and the other that was much more rounded and clever. I was kept awake all night by this second character and I decided to write some more about her. Her name is Miss Huntley and she is the headmistress of a rather old-fashioned girls school called Ashcroft Hall. 

Please read my story – The Toad and the Tigress, this story continues where that one left off. https://wp.me/p9J3l0-8f 

After Miss Huntley had retrieved the poor terrified toad and taken it back to its tank in the science lab, she helped Mrs Jameson down from her desk, where she had taken refuge. 

“Never mind Beatrice, we all have our little phobias. Have some tea, with a tot of brandy in it, that should buck you up again.”

“Thank you Headmistress. I hate those slimy things, where did it come from?”

“That was the prank that you thwarted. Cathy Pargeter blackmailed poor Kelly-Anne into placing that toad in Mrs Beacham’s desk. Unfortunately it fell out of her pocket when you were talking to her. I have got to the bottom of it, and now it’s time for some punishment. I’ll depend on you to help me mete it out.”

“So that’s what it was all about. Yes Headmistress you can count on me to come down very hard. “

“I never doubted it Beatrice.”

Returning to her room, Miss Huntley set the next part of her plan into action and summoned Miss Cartwright and Mrs Beacham in to see her.

“Thank you for coming so promptly, I hope it wasn’t too much of a disturbance for your classes.”

Miss Cartwright was tall and willowy with long straight chestnut hair that she left free and untied. She always seemed to be wearing brown. Today, it was a long brown skirt with a white blouse and brown cardigan. She was an excellent teacher though. 

“No trouble at all, I’ve got them reading the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, that’ll keep them going for a while.” Said Miss Cartwright in her usual soft voice.

Mrs Beacham was a round, pink-faced, blond-haired lady encased in a yellow flowery frock. She had the outward appearance of being all pink and fluffy, but she had a solid core. She was more of a disciplinarian that Miss Cartwright, but just as good a teacher.

“I’ve got my lot onto algebra. Should keep them quiet for a time. What was it you wanted Headmistress?” 

“I have uncovered a little prank that I think has rather a nasty undercurrent. Jessica, you teach Cathy Pargeter, Joan Langley and Alicia Spink don’t you? And Felicity you teach Kelly-Anne Thomas. Tell me your opinion of them please.”

Felicity Cartwright spoke first. “Kelly-Anne is a timid girl, easily lead and highly strung, I can’t imagine her doing something really bad.”

Jessica Beacham continued “Well Joan Langley is like that too. She latches onto more outgoing girls for their protection, she’d be a prime target for bullies. She isn’t as bright as the other two you mentioned. Now Alicia Spink is very forward and outspoken. She has the loudest mouth, often a sign of being less of a thinker. She might be in the thick of trouble but unlikely to be the brains behind it. On the other hand, Cathy Pargeter is one of those brainy people who can plan something, then get others to carry it out.”

“Well you’ve hit the nail on the head with that Jessica. Tell me, why did you put those three in detention?”

“I caught them cheating in a test. They had been passing their answers around to each other, but none of them knew the capital of Turkey, They’d all put down Constantinople, which of course isn’t what we now call that city anyway.”

“Well I am going to make an example of all of them. Joan Langley is going to go into the year below. Her birthday is in August and she is behind anyway. She will see it as a punishment, as intended, but it may be a blessing for her in the long run. I am going to transfer Alicia Spink into your class Felicity, I hope that’s all right with you. Have you got a bright girl that we can give to Jessica? Otherwise she will be down three.”

“Yes Gloria Baker is one of my brightest, she’s already read all of Byron’s poems.”

“She’s one of our scholarship girls isn’t she?”

“Yes her parents work in the biscuit factory, but she is awfully bright.”

“Excellent, think you can give her some stretch Jessica?”

“Definitely, we are starting Keats next term, that will stretch her alright.”

“Very good Ladies. I will be removing Cathy Pargeter altogether. I am going to speak to her father and then, depending on that meeting, either ask her to leave altogether, or give Beatrice Jameson a free hand with her. You can go back to your classes now. Jessica please send those three in to me will you?”

As they turned to leave Miss Huntley asked another question.

“Tell me Jessica, do you like toads?”

“Yes Headmistress I’m rather fond of amphibians in general.”

“So if you opened a draw and one popped out, it wouldn’t faze you?”

“No, not at all. Why?”

“Oh, no reason, off you go.”

About 15 minutes later the unholy trio came into the Headmistresses office. Three chairs had been arranged in front of the desk.

“Please sit down girls, I want to have a word with you.”

The three sat down, Alicia Spink in the middle and flanked by Cathy Pargeter on her right and Joan Langley on her left.

“I just have to speak to my secretary for a minute. Just sit there and think about what you have done and don’t touch anything.”

When Miss Huntley had left the room Alicia Spink immediately spoke up.

“What do you think the old bag knows Cathy? She can’t know about that Toad, can she? We put the frighteners on Kelly-Anne alright, she wouldn’t tell on us surely?”

Cathy replied tersely “Keep your mouth shut Alicia, she can’t know much. If she did tell, it’s her word against ours. Just deny everything. What did you do with the homework book Alicia?”

“It’s still in my locker, shall I dump it somewhere?”

“No, take it home and burn it, that’ll teach the little runt not to mess with us. Now remember keep quiet. Joan, you’re good at turning on the old water works, cry your eyes out if she gets close to the truth.”

In the next room Miss Huntley sat with her secretary listening to the intercom that she had left on. No one ever thought about the intercom. It was one of her most useful tricks. 

Smiling to herself, she turned to speak to her secretary.

“Ethel, take the master key and retrieve that homework book from Alicia Spink’s locker and bring it in to me in, say, about ten minutes, no need to rush.”

Miss Huntley returned to her desk and gave the girls her best stare. Looking at each of them intensely. Neither Joan or Alicia could look her in the eye. It was not always a sign of guilt, but in this case it was. Cathy Pargeter looked back at her undaunted. Her green eyes didn’t blink. That was a worrying indication. It said to Miss Huntley that not only was Cathy Pargeter guilty as hell, she was also completely lacking in guilt or shame. This was a very dangerous young lady. Miss Huntley had dealt with other dangerous young ladies in her time, this was not the first. All will now depend on speaking to the girls father. 

“So what can you tell me about a certain little toad?” Miss Huntley asked calmly.

“Nothing Mam, we don’t know anything about a toad.” Said Alicia, rather unconvincingly, as she appeared to be addressing the floor in front of her.

“Really, nothing at all? What about a homework book? Can you tell me anything about that?” Miss Huntley probed further.

Joan Langley started crying, or at least making the right noises. 

“What are you making those noises for Miss Langley? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“We really don’t know anything about this Miss Huntley and I must protest that you are upsetting poor Joan.” Said Cathy, speaking for the first time.

“I see. That is how we are going to play it? Is it?” Said Miss Huntley, without a break in her façade.

“Miss Huntley, I will speak to my father about this.” Cathy threatened.

The door then opened and in walked Ethel with Kelly-Anne’s homework book and placed it on the desk in front of the Headmistress.

“Thank you Ethel, you may go now.”

“Hey! That was in my locker, you don’t have the right to go into my locker!” Shouted Alicia indignantly.

“Oh but it isn’t your locker Miss Spink, it is the schools locker and I had reason to suspect I would find this in there. You see I know everything; there is absolutely no use in denying it. Miss Spink you will go back to your desk and pack your things you are moving to Miss Cartwright’s class. You will also be staying in at lunchtimes for the remainder of term. Miss Langley, you too will be kept in at lunch, but you will also be repeating the year. Go and report to Miss Henry. I will be writing to your parents to inform them of my decision. You may go now.”

The two girls left the room, in a bit of a rush.

“As for you Miss Pargeter, you mentioned your father, who I am well aware is our Member of Parliament. I will be arranging a meeting with him myself. Until that meeting you will remove yourself from my school. You will remain suspended until I have decided otherwise. Now get out of my sight.”

Miss Huntley did take some pleasure from seeing the colour drain from Cathy Pargeter’s face before she left. She wouldn’t have been human if she didn’t.

“Now comes the most tedious part of the whole thing. I will have to speak to that odious bore, the Right Honourable Member of Parliament, Mr Bernard Pargeter. This job does have its down side.” Sighing to herself, Miss Huntley picked up the telephone to dial and arrange the meeting.

The End. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 09/April/2018

 

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