The Wooded Hills of Bedfordshire

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“Fair maid, I espy a loose thread. May I pull it… to see where it leads?”

“And where might it lead?” she asked in feigned innocence.

“Through wooded hills to Bedfordshire.”

“Where you’ll take me?” she asked with a jostle of shoulders.


42 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jostle

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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20 Responses to The Wooded Hills of Bedfordshire

  1. Dale says:

    Oooh… naughty and delightful!

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  2. Brian Bixby says:

    Ah, Bedfordshire, a place where one might get quite busy, but soon be at rest!

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  3. Loved this, Crispina. Clever writing. On the face of it, very sweet and innocence, but if you get the reference, it’s wonderfully flirty 🙂

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  4. This is so sweet. I enjoyed so much. You can say tons through a few words

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  5. Those are creepy trees in that creepy mist.

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