experienced in their new world inside the jar of
putrefying pickled eels sealed in by her mark carved into the cork
lid, the symbol of the banshee that held an echo of her scream to
add torment to those trapped within.
C hapter 9
“ Hurry and drink up,” Micky swallowed the last of his
tea , glancing at his watch
again as he stood at the kitchen sink. He quickly rinsed out his
cup, leaving it on the draining broad to put it away after
lunch.
“ What’s the time?” Andy asked as he to drank up his brew then copied Micky in
cleaning his container.
“ Just going on to ten,” Micky said picking up his
coat from where he had left it
hanging on a chair before heading into the locker room to put it
away in his assigned receptacle. Andy followed him with his own
jacket, to put it away. They collected the tins of paint on their
way out of the cabin from where they had left them, by the doorway
into the building.
“ Where do we get brushes by the way?” Andy
lo oked to Micky as they headed
towards the gate.
“ Oh shit
almost forgot,” Micky began, “here you take the paint I’ll go get
the brushes I’ll catch you up.” At that he handed his pot and paint
brush to the taller man, turned to trot off back into the
cabin.
He head for
the cupboard at the back of the staff building, next to the
toilets. Inside he found what he needed, two brushes, as well as a
roll of black bags and a shovel for the work they had now to do. He
put the plastic bin liners into his pocket then leaned the other
items over his shoulder to more easily carry.
He walked
speedily to catch up with Andy, finally joining him just outside
the walled garden that had been renamed The Fort of Doom by the
park management. All the rides inside had similar fearful
names , though they were not as
terrifying as they might have sounded.
Andy continued with the paint on seeing
Micky was loaded down. “Lucky you reminded me,” Micky gave a big
sigh as he said this.
“ It would just
have meant that we’d have just had to go back and get them wouldn’t
it?”
“ Yeah, but
this way we look good,” Micky smiled.
“ But would
they not realize we were having a break for tea?” Andy knew they
were only allowed a lunch break so didn’t want to get into trouble
for taking an unofficial break.
“ Yeah, but
they don’t mind as long as you don’t take the piss with it,” Micky
happily replied. “You’re a bit of a worrier aren’t you?”
“ That’s what
my friends keep telling me,” Andy pursed his bottom lip out
thoughtfully.
“ Well they’re right,” Micky nudge d his companion in the side with his elbow which
brought a smile to Andy’s face.
They turned
into what had once been the big house’s stables but now served as a
restaurant and offices for the theme park, though there were other
places to eat throughout the sprawling theme park such as the House
of Glass in the walled garden, which was a large old Victorian
brick based wooden framed green house.
They entered
through the middle doorway, took the stairs on the right ascending
to the top floor. They head right , down the corridor past the male toilets to the door at
the end of the passageway, entering without knocking.
Inside the office behind a
large desk sat the secretary who looked up as they entered. “Just
dropping the paint off as instructed,” Micky said smiling widely at
the little woman with glasses.
“ Oh, okay if
you just leave them over there,” she pointed to below the
window.
Andy dumped the paint with brushes on top
before they exited the office and headed back down the stairs.
Outside into the sunny courtyard, chairs and tables sat at one end
ready for customer to enjoy the fine cuisine with a refreshing
drink, whilst their offspring played in the sandpit nearby under
their watchful gaze or played on the activity swings.
They turn
right out of this oasis toward
the old stone bridge that led to the entrance to the park. Over the
bridge on a large lawn a
putrefying pickled eels sealed in by her mark carved into the cork
lid, the symbol of the banshee that held an echo of her scream to
add torment to those trapped within.
C hapter 9
“ Hurry and drink up,” Micky swallowed the last of his
tea , glancing at his watch
again as he stood at the kitchen sink. He quickly rinsed out his
cup, leaving it on the draining broad to put it away after
lunch.
“ What’s the time?” Andy asked as he to drank up his brew then copied Micky in
cleaning his container.
“ Just going on to ten,” Micky said picking up his
coat from where he had left it
hanging on a chair before heading into the locker room to put it
away in his assigned receptacle. Andy followed him with his own
jacket, to put it away. They collected the tins of paint on their
way out of the cabin from where they had left them, by the doorway
into the building.
“ Where do we get brushes by the way?” Andy
lo oked to Micky as they headed
towards the gate.
“ Oh shit
almost forgot,” Micky began, “here you take the paint I’ll go get
the brushes I’ll catch you up.” At that he handed his pot and paint
brush to the taller man, turned to trot off back into the
cabin.
He head for
the cupboard at the back of the staff building, next to the
toilets. Inside he found what he needed, two brushes, as well as a
roll of black bags and a shovel for the work they had now to do. He
put the plastic bin liners into his pocket then leaned the other
items over his shoulder to more easily carry.
He walked
speedily to catch up with Andy, finally joining him just outside
the walled garden that had been renamed The Fort of Doom by the
park management. All the rides inside had similar fearful
names , though they were not as
terrifying as they might have sounded.
Andy continued with the paint on seeing
Micky was loaded down. “Lucky you reminded me,” Micky gave a big
sigh as he said this.
“ It would just
have meant that we’d have just had to go back and get them wouldn’t
it?”
“ Yeah, but
this way we look good,” Micky smiled.
“ But would
they not realize we were having a break for tea?” Andy knew they
were only allowed a lunch break so didn’t want to get into trouble
for taking an unofficial break.
“ Yeah, but
they don’t mind as long as you don’t take the piss with it,” Micky
happily replied. “You’re a bit of a worrier aren’t you?”
“ That’s what
my friends keep telling me,” Andy pursed his bottom lip out
thoughtfully.
“ Well they’re right,” Micky nudge d his companion in the side with his elbow which
brought a smile to Andy’s face.
They turned
into what had once been the big house’s stables but now served as a
restaurant and offices for the theme park, though there were other
places to eat throughout the sprawling theme park such as the House
of Glass in the walled garden, which was a large old Victorian
brick based wooden framed green house.
They entered
through the middle doorway, took the stairs on the right ascending
to the top floor. They head right , down the corridor past the male toilets to the door at
the end of the passageway, entering without knocking.
Inside the office behind a
large desk sat the secretary who looked up as they entered. “Just
dropping the paint off as instructed,” Micky said smiling widely at
the little woman with glasses.
“ Oh, okay if
you just leave them over there,” she pointed to below the
window.
Andy dumped the paint with brushes on top
before they exited the office and headed back down the stairs.
Outside into the sunny courtyard, chairs and tables sat at one end
ready for customer to enjoy the fine cuisine with a refreshing
drink, whilst their offspring played in the sandpit nearby under
their watchful gaze or played on the activity swings.
They turn
right out of this oasis toward
the old stone bridge that led to the entrance to the park. Over the
bridge on a large lawn a
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