On the Dol
Grandmamma and Grandpapa Lowenbrau, Mother, Little Wendy, Great Aunt Eunice and the “Danger twins” were stranded in Dol when Grandmamma’s petticoats became inextricably enmeshed in the chain of her and Grandpappa’s tandem bicycle.
“If I may my dear….” suggested Grandpappa, discreetly disentangling Grandmamma’s nether garments from the gears.
“Indeed you may not!” boomed Grandmamma. Grandpappa obediently turned around while Grandmamma dealt with her niceties which, thanks to the grease, were not at all nice.
Aunt Eunice in the meantime had seen something that called to her strangely.
By the time Grandmamma was free Eunice had disappeared!
Suddenly, a disquieting music washed over the family and they noticed in the distance a huge and suggestive menhir, and whirling about the base – a figure.
“Avert your eyes children! Eunice is in her corset!”
Despite her great age, Great Aunt Eunice, clad in only her corset, disported herself about the pagan menhir to music played on reed pipes by a goatish figure squatting lewdly on the top of the monolith.
“Well this is just typical” sighed mother.
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About the Prompt
Many thanks to Louise from The Storyteller’s Abode for the atmospheric prompt (below) which made me remember my encounter with the huge Menhir in Dol, Brittany for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers this week. I must say I find standing stones most peculiar.
The Menhir de Champ-Dolent in the little town of Dol is an amazing sight and well worth a detour if you are on your way to the Mont Saint Michel from St Malo. It is huge and you can also approach it and touch it (if you so desire). I took the featured photo late in the afternoon on a beautiful spring day in Brittany.