Wednesday 7 August 2024

Out of the Pond #richmond 22 #sherduck 18

Sherduck started to stir. He had a thumping headache but he was pretty sure that something drastic had happened for his head to hurt this much. He really wanted to throw up; but he had no conception of where he was at the moment and whether it was socially acceptable to do so. There were little fragments in his mind of the previous night’s events but none of them were particularly helpful in helping him to calculate where he was now; but he was fairly convinced that he hadn’t pulled. A visual inspection then. A table, circular windows, swans outside. Perhaps he was on some kind of narrowboat. But why? Only the underworld moved about in boats in the fowl world, which meant that he was in some pretty deep shit; and it certainly wouldn’t aid things if he were to add to the pile.

‘So you’re finally awake Mr. Sherduck’.


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