Man in the Mist (FF)

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

FF - Friday Fictioneers

The gaunt figure could plainly be seen slowly making its way through the mist towards the castle.

"Is it him?" gasped Lady Chumley.

"How can it be?" exclaimed Lord Chumley. "Why we've all been given to believe Dennis was ..."  Lord Chumley's words dropped off.

The figure was now almost to the castle door. All the other guests stood riveted, anticipating what would happen next between the Chumleys and the man in the mist.

At once the castle door flew open.

"Surprised to see me, Chumley?"

"Yes, Dennis, of course. "We thought you were dead ..."

"Well, you can see that I'm not!"

"So you're not dead tired?  Good, glad you made it. Did you remember to bring the little hot dogs?"

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Well, all's well that ends well.  Dennis is no longer dead tired, the Chumleys' party is a success, and everyone gets to enjoy the little hot dogs provided someone thought to bring mustard.

To enjoy what the other Friday Fictioneers brought to the party based on the picture prompt above, click here.  You won't even need mustard.

Lord and Lady Chumley wish you a happy holiday.  And hope you're neither dead nor dead tired in the year ahead.