Mr West Causes a Stir

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The Captain gazed at the mortal remains of Mr West, wrinkled and flaccid as a deflated balloon. How tranquil he looked.

Blödmann,” he cursed quietly, sliding the lids shut over eyes already losing their transparency, like those of a dead fish.

He felt a sudden draught; the curtains ruffled. With some haste, he left the chamber.

*

“Unhappy wanderer, by all that is holy, I command you leave this house – if you wouldn’t mind awfully.”

His patience exhausted, Eustace cried, “Percy has already gone!”

Triumph quickly overcame Fludd’s annoyance at being interrupted. “To a better place, we must hope.”

Nancy appeared, followed shortly by the Captain.

“Mr West,” she exclaimed, “is dead!”

“What?” gasped the Reverend, shivering as a chill stole through the room, before snapping, “What tomfoolery is this, child? I can see for myself that Mr West is quite well.”

A scream issued from Nancy, and a groan from the Captain as he fainted in the doorway – for there quite plainly, upon the chaise longue, sat Mr West.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Such a fun narrative. Nicely told and a great sequence of events. Very rich story.

  2. Avatar Adukes

    I can see Mr. West’s body. Such vivid description.

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