I apologize that this has taken so long to get up, but here it is, in its full glory (or lack thereof) – Silver Sky Tales #3. And notice that my photography has improved a little – I’ve been working on it. 🙂
Issa sat, on that windy January morning, comfortably ensconced in the large pink beanbag known affectionately as The Gumball. It did rather resemble one, she thought, and as she flipped through the magazine she was reading wondering whose idea Valentine’s Day was, Autumn skipped in, red-faced and breathless.
“Look!” she commanded before Issa could say anything. But then she snatched the letter away before Issa could acknowledge it and swirled into a chair.
Issa glanced at the address.
Brighton, Illinois, she wondered. What could somebody in the States want from Misses Montoya, Palmer and Adair?
Autumn, holding the letter much too close to her face, pretending like she was reading it. Issa watched with a grinchish smile.
“Don’t think I don’t know you wear reading glasses,” Issa smirked.
Autumn sighed, felt around in the drawer for the dreaded spectacles, and reluctantly put them on. Autumn had a “thing” about glasses. She thought they made her look old and ugly, which, of course, wasn’t the case, because there are few things in this world that make Miss Adair unattractive. Chances are that everyone would have thought they were cute if she wore them more often.
With quavering lips and pouding heart, Autumn read the letter. She gave a little gasp, rather like a bewigged duchess who had just heard something traitorous, and
collapsed on the floor!
Issa, who was very much alarmed, rose from the clutches of The Gumball and put her Guide training to work.
Flipping her over, and trying to ignore every story she’d heard of bad news coming in a letter and making the reader have a heart attack and die, she checked to see if she was still breathing. She was.
“Great pumpkin spice!” came a familiar voice. Apparently Sophia was back from ballet. “What’s she done to herself now?”
“She’s in a dead faint,” came Issa’s nonchalant reply, like having your friends keel over on the floor was a part of everyday life.
“I can see that,” Sophia replied with a cocked eyebrow. “But why?”
Issa was about to answer something along the lines of “beats me”, but for one, that sounded sort of American, and secondly, there was one clue as to why Autumn had fainted.
She picked up the letter that was nestled in the woolly carpet and read it.
“Don’t you go keeling over, too,” Sophia warned.
“Do I usually?” Issa answered, not really heeding. Then, she blinked. “Good heavens,” she sighed.
“It appears,” Issa said, shaking her head, “that we’re actors now.”
“First off, since we’re girls, we’ll be actresses. And secondly, what in thunder does that mean?”
“Just let me read it,” Issa said, and put on her best Illinois accent.
“Dear Misses Montoya, Palmer and Adair,
My name is Elmore Whittaker. I am the director of Whittaker Productions, Inc. My talent scouts have spotted the three of you and would like to have you in a new production we have deemed Enigma On Eighteenth Street. If you are interested in taking the roles we offer, please meet my casting agent Lei Pei Miau (pronounced like the cat noise, by the way) at Parker Brothers Coffee at nine o’clock on the morning of the twelfth of January.
Mr. Elmore Whittaker
(P.S: The parts are a lot of fun. It’s a detective story, see, so naturally there’s a lot of mystery to it. And your natural accents will be just stellar to the production. – E. W.)
“Wow,” said Sophia. “So are we going to meet him next Thursday?”
Autumn slowly sat up. “Of course we are! I’ve always wanted to be a movie star!”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Well, what do you think? Yes, this will mean that I will be starting a new series in addition to the Silver Sky Tales. AG is an excellent way to express those little stories that need to be told but aren’t worth writing.
I hope you’ll look forward to more!