After yelling his name at the door several times, he finally breaks down.
"My name is Sebastian!" he cries, tears streaming down his face. "The Abbot named me!"
THE ABBOT IS A DRUNK. replies the door, along with an arrow pointing to one of the nearby windows.
He walks quickly over to this window, and has to step up onto a stool to peer over the high edge. In the courtyard below he sees the Abbot, stretched out across the large wooden table, rolling around and singing drunkenly to himself.
"♪I'm gonna get a sunburn. Sunburn my fur. SUNBURNIN' MY FURRYESSNESS!♫" Around the Abbot several of the swallows have congregated, helping themselves to the wine that he has spilled across the tabletop. Eventually the Abbot rolls off the table and tumbles in a laughing heap onto the ground, sending up a bright sunburst of drunken swallows.
Stepping down from the window, he thinks: I am a fool.
This has been the Tenth Chapter of Act Two for my ongoing #freewrite serial story.
ACT TWO CHAPTERS
Chapter One *** Chapter Two *** Chapter Three
Chapter Four*** Chapter Five*** Chapter Six
Chapter Seven*** Chapter Eight*** Chapter Nine
Here is Chapter Eleven.
And here is the ACT ONE Chapter List, with all of the links for Act One.
Written in five minutes from the writing prompt, "sunburn" as part of the #freewrite exercise. Image is by me as well. You can view the prompt here. Be sure to check out the other entries; like a fresh and soothing balm on the sensitive skin of your soul. Thanks to @mariannewest for creating and running this crispy and well turned display of authorial tonality.
Writing and images by Greg McCann, the author of this post and owner of this Steemit Channel. To view more of my work, please visit www.fireawaymarmot.com.