Isadora/Duncan (WSW 2022)
Jun 22, 2022 12:15:47 GMT -5
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Post by Reba on Jun 22, 2022 12:15:47 GMT -5
Duncan and Isadora Quagmire were trapped inside the fountain. I don't remember what it was called but it was the one in the Village of Fowl Devotees. Fowl Fountain? But it was shaped like a herring, no? In any case, they were two adolescents trapped in a very tight space. Soon, because it was a fountain, their clothes were soaked clean through...
Duncan whispered in his sister's ear, "Isadora, what are you thinking about?"
Isadora wriggled around enough to bring her hand up to Duncan's face. In her hand was a small scrap of paper, on which she had written one of her celebrated couplets.
"Read this, Duncan, and you'll know exactly, not what, but WHO I'm thinking about..." said Isadora, blushing.
It was quite dark inside the fountain, but the limpid, luminous quality of Isadora's verse was so strong that it made the ink on the paper literally shimmer before Duncan's eyes, and he saw in his sister's elegant handwriting, this:
My shipwrecked heart has finally sunken
Because I thought of you, dear Duncan!
Duncan blushed from the roots of his wet hair to the nails of his wet toes. "But Isadora..." he stammered. "Your heart needn't be sunken, when we're right here together! Just the two of us.... together....."
Isadora wasn't listening. She was busy finding another scrap of paper. "And I wrote this one in a total love-trance," she muttered, embarrassed but excited. Duncan squinted at the couplet.
Whenever I recall your scarf
I feel so ill I want to barf
"What in tarnation?" exclaimed Duncan.
Isadora looked hurt. "Is it no good?" she asked.
Then Duncan also recalled a certain scarf, which got caught in the spokes of a 1926 Amilcar CGSS. He sighed. His sister wasn't thinking about him after all.
In Hector's backyard, the Baudelaire orphans found another scrap of paper on a crow. They hurriedly unfolded it, wondering what the next mysterious message would be.
Isadora <3 Isadora Duncan - Duncan
The End
Duncan whispered in his sister's ear, "Isadora, what are you thinking about?"
Isadora wriggled around enough to bring her hand up to Duncan's face. In her hand was a small scrap of paper, on which she had written one of her celebrated couplets.
"Read this, Duncan, and you'll know exactly, not what, but WHO I'm thinking about..." said Isadora, blushing.
It was quite dark inside the fountain, but the limpid, luminous quality of Isadora's verse was so strong that it made the ink on the paper literally shimmer before Duncan's eyes, and he saw in his sister's elegant handwriting, this:
My shipwrecked heart has finally sunken
Because I thought of you, dear Duncan!
Duncan blushed from the roots of his wet hair to the nails of his wet toes. "But Isadora..." he stammered. "Your heart needn't be sunken, when we're right here together! Just the two of us.... together....."
Isadora wasn't listening. She was busy finding another scrap of paper. "And I wrote this one in a total love-trance," she muttered, embarrassed but excited. Duncan squinted at the couplet.
Whenever I recall your scarf
I feel so ill I want to barf
"What in tarnation?" exclaimed Duncan.
Isadora looked hurt. "Is it no good?" she asked.
Then Duncan also recalled a certain scarf, which got caught in the spokes of a 1926 Amilcar CGSS. He sighed. His sister wasn't thinking about him after all.
In Hector's backyard, the Baudelaire orphans found another scrap of paper on a crow. They hurriedly unfolded it, wondering what the next mysterious message would be.
Isadora <3 Isadora Duncan - Duncan
The End