The invitation arrived strangely enough in a black envelope addressed to me but with a blood seal on the rear of the envelope.
The invitation upon opening read:
You are invited to my garden party, Saturday next, at 16 Grahem Street, Narthen. Please arrive at the gates of the property before 6pm to ensure your admission.
Yours in expectation
Lady Blaise Uptom.
There was no date by which to reply just an expectation that I would be attending.
As there were no instructions regarding dress code, I did a little research and discovered 16 Grahem Street was in a very well to do part of town. So it seemed a more dress up than dress down place.
So on Saturday afternoon at 5.55pm I presented myself to the gates. They were dark and foreboding standing inside giant carved stone blocks.
As the gates were ajar, I pushed my way in to find myself at the top of a long driveway. In the distance, I could see the house nestled in between two huge silky oaks.
I rang the doorbell and waited. There was no sound coming from inside, and I wondered if anyone else had yet arrived. If this was some sort of party the lack of noise and or music suggested I was early. But the invitation did say 6pm, and it was that time now.
The opened eventually, and a tall, thin man stood there looking at me, somewhat puzzled by my appearance. I showed him my invitation, and he opened the door intimating I should stand inside. He announced he would inform Lady Blaise of my arrival.
Moments later Lady Blaise sailed into the room and greeted me enthusiastically. She said she was looking forward to the upcoming party and led me out into the courtyard where cocktails were being prepared around a large swimming pool.
Taking a drink, I asked how many other guests she was expecting.
Lady Blaise made a girlish giggle before informing me that I was the only one attending.
As I sipped on my cocktail and felt the instant effect of the alcohol, I had the strange sensation that Lady Blaise was not who I initially thought she was.
Her eyes glazed over with a most alluring blue and fixed on me suggesting I was to be more entertainment than guest.
Written for: https://scvincent.com/2019/02/28/thursday-photo-prompt-invitation-writephoto/
I hope that it was not in a bad way!
I think he hopes so too
That’s rather ominous….
Yes one wonders what might be in store.
That’s the great thing about these open ended tales 😉
Love it; It reads like a macabre Agatha Christie. 🙂
Thanks Crispina….I appreciate your comments.
Hope he’s not actually dinner rather than diner Michael.
If it seems to be too good to be true, it is.
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Hmmmm Glazed over blue eyes.. sounds otherworldly to me…
Yes a bit like that
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Oooh, very nice, Michael.
Hi Robbie thanks for your comment
Very intriguing. Want to read more!
Thanks for the encouragement
Very intriguing. Would love to read more.
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