“She has just had her prescription increased because …” Arthur cut it short.
“Oh yes, I’ve heard it’s because you’re so difficult to live with.”
Arthur started to chase after Arianne to tell her that he going on a secret mission.
Sid opened a door on the mainframe and took out a dust pan and brush to sweep up some dirt left by Arianne’s tyres.
The doorbell rang and Smithers went to answer it, it was Alf and Trelainne. “Good morning sir, madam, please come in.”
“Hello Smithers,” greeted Trelainne as she brushed by him.
Alf smiled at Smithers as he entered.
“Is Arianne in?” inquired Trelainne.
“Yes madam, she has just returned from the opticians.”
“Oh yes,” she said as Arthur and Arianne entered the hallway via the cellar steps, “I heard she needed stronger prescription because Arthur was so difficult to live with.”
Arianne ignored Arthur and smilingly greeted Trelainne, “Hiiii,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
Arthur talked to Alf seeing as he was not able to annoy Arianne, “I reckon the Author has let everyone know so that he can keep it going as a running joke.”
“I know a running joke,” thought Alf.
“Eh?” ehd Arthur.
“Have you never wondered why your feet smell and your nose runs?”
“Oh very droll Alf. I see Trelainne is not wearing her rose coloured spectacles. Is everything okay on the home front?”
“We are elves and so are naturally predisposed to being calmer, relaxed and more peaceful in our relationships.”
Just then Sid came up from the Arth cave, “Alright pansy?” he shouted to Alf who gritted his teeth and immediately put his rose coloured spectacles on.
YOU ARE READING
Romancing the Drone
Science FictionArthur is now working for British Intelligence in the romance dimension. A foreign power has captured a cutting edge surveillance drone and he must recover it. Of course things would be easier if it didn't have a mind of its own.
