Only Questions


“Oh dear,” she said as she peered into the garden. “There seem to be more of them.”

He joined her at the window. “Hell and death. When the devil did he do that?”

Her cup ratted against the china saucer. She steadied it with her free hand. “I don’t know. Perhaps he goes and builds them at night.”

“In the dark?”

She shrugged.

“I  do wish you would reconsider my suggestion.”

“To call the mad doctor? For the Earl? Never in life. Think of scandal.”

“I can’t think of anything except those damned cairns. Where does he find the stones?”


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  1. pennygadd51

    This is a lovely period piece, Josh. Great entertainment. And, as Linda says, you haven’t even shown us the Earl, and yet he’s a reality. Well done!

  2. Edith M. Field

    I love this story – so entertaining. Especially that last line. It made me laugh out loud! I can just imagine the Earl, with his ear to the door, listening in to their conversation and chuckling to himself. Then going off to check his stock of stones!

  3. Mike

    He is in good company, many individuals love to create folly’s. Indeed many are now considered works of art. Great story

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