
Monsieur D’Aubignay looked contentedly at his face in the pier glass. Behind his immaculate figure was reflected the exquisite Art Nouveau details of his delightful apartment on the Rue Cardinal Lemoine. He almost adjusted his remarkably long waxed moustache but fortunately realised it was already perfect the moment before his delicate fingers disturbed its symmetry.
Giving the vermilion carnation in his buttonhole a tender caress he picked a piece of invisible lint from his cuff and turned his gold cravat pin of a serpent with two ruby eyes a fraction to the right.
Grasping purposefully his “Monday” cane, with its top of ivory carved in the form of a writhing and blatantly nude naiad he stepped outside, deftly rearranging a peony in the Japanese vase on the way past the hall table made especially for him by Majorelle.
His hand ran along the Guimard stair rail and he stepped out into the street, the air heavy with the scent of the chestnut trees, treading directly onto a huge dog turd.
“Merde!” He said.
Fin
Thanks to Priceless Joy for supplying the prompt for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
The prompt below is an image from the Storyteller’s Abode and the charming street made me think of this little tale of woe.
Hahaha! I think in the US he would be called a “dude.” LOL! I think it is hilarious that with his snobbish air about him that he stepped right into dog poop! LOL! Cute story TJ! I love it!
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Pride cometh before a fall.☺
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LOL!
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Serves him right, the self-obsessed clod!
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But a very elegant self-obsessed clod you must admit? ☺
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That doesn’t impress me one whit, sorry 🙂
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Ah I recall you prefer the outdoorsy type . 😉
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Not necessarily–remember how much I loved the neck tie?? I just didn’t like the sound of the dude you wrote about, too much preening–like he wouldn’t even notice the elegant lady on his arm… But a gentleman in an Armani tuxedo who maintains the humility and polite manners of my cowboys–oh yeah, I’m standing in line!!!
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I can imagine such a man to have the common sense to look down before stepping into the street. Poor pretentious Monsieur D’Abignay hasn’t a chance compared to this! ☺
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Hahaha, you are so right, TJ!
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I love this piece! Well done
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Thanks so much!
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Oh dear! All that effort, wasted. I hope he doesn’t have anywhere to be in a hurry because I get the feeling he’s going to be spending quite some time cleaning up the mess and then making his appearance perfect again. A fun story. 🙂
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I am sure he won’t be “stepping out” for a while. Thanks for the comment and hope you have a lovely weekend. Remember to look down. 🙂
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