Fast Fiction: Stella
Stella is one of those ladies who always land on their...who always do rather well for themselves.
Richard Mallinson tells a tale of acquisitions.
'Where are we?' said Nadder to Stella.
Stella said nothing.
'Pull in here,' said Nadder to his driver. He got out and stood on the grass verge, gazing.
'When are we going to eat?' called Stella.
'When we find this rural pub you've been raving about.'
Stella wound the window up.
*
'We never did find the rural pub,' Stella said after she'd moved in with Sir Luke Dresdan.
'And what happened to old Mr Nadder?'
'Oh, he conked out . . . but he left me well provided for.'
'And now you've got Sir Luke. You really do seem to land on your feet, don't you?'
'No, dear,' said Stella, 'that's not quite where I land.'
*
'Have you and Sir Luke parted company?'
'Yes - and most rewardingly, in my opinion.'
'That must mean that you're well provided for again . . . Now, do you have any tips to pass on to our readers?'
'Any what, dear?'
