Doris tightened her lips and clenched her buttocks as she strode purposefully forward, under her best town hat.
The city was not the place for her.
The bus ride was best forgotten, particularly the appalled gasps of revulsion when her goose evacuated his behind and shook his tail feathers. The marabou plumes on the chic lady’s hat shook with the same shivering rhythm, but for very different reasons, and they’d been politely ushered off to continue on foot.
The goose followed with a surprisingly majestic gait, but his constant honking strengthened both her resolve and humiliation. She avoided bemused giggles and glanced up at the street sign before turning resolutely onto Main Street.
Heavy, ornate signage, chandeliers and swirly scripted menus intimidated, but before she pushed through the doors with countryside naivety and offered up her fattened prize, she checked: roast goose and fois gras were still on the menu.
(150 Words)
Written for Anonymous Legacy’s Visual Dare 14: Normalcy.
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Loved your take on this extremely tricky photo. This was excellent.
Oh poor goose…. But Goose-liver is a treat… that is so…
Lisa! Love this! Such strong yet understated description: clenched buttocks, the goose's majestic gait, countryside naivety. So very well done…which is how I like my goose too 😉
He he, enjoyed writing this one, great picture prompt!
After the incident on the bus I can see why her buttocks were clenched.Cheers!JzB
Lisa Thanks this story made me smile – thanks! I also liked the small but telling detail – particularly the 'best town hat'.
Undisciplined, unmannerly goose!! That will surely teach him to embarrass a lady!BTW, the opening line made me laugh out loud….! Nice work!