A foxy tale: Episode 9

A collaborative serial by Jessica Perini and Catherin J Pascal Dunk

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Episode 9

Jam, realising his faux pas, was apoplectically apologetic after stepping on that daisy, Marguerite.

The instant her dainty toe was freed from his heel, Marguerite Bagué beat a clacking retreat from Renard’s vitriol.

‘Now SEE HERE,’ de Bras began, intending to berate the dyspeptic pyjama model for his carelessness—and especially for his misplaced ire—only to falter when his One True reached his side, taking his arm for safety.

Now that Bagué was in physical contact, Brandon’s word-to-mouth connection seemed to sever. It may never mend. The bliss of her arm in his was … all-consuming.

‘What … what in the world is going on here …?’ he stuttered, looking from Javier to Jam, to his delectable but somewhat dopey-looking petite fleur. 

Brandon de Bras watched as the powder settled to the ground, then looked back at Javier, who held the beanbag baby limply by his side. The media mogul’s eyes flew open wider, as comprehension hit.

Marguerite followed his gaze—to Javier, Jam, the baby, the floor dusted with ash, then back up to De Bras. ‘Solomon?’ she muttered hazily, focussing on his eyes, and then passed out in his arms.

… TO BE CONTINUED …

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