Join (Free!) | Login  

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!


Featured Authors:  Ronald Yates, iKarl Morgan, iPeazy Monellon, iEileen Granfors, icarlton davis, iJames Milward, iTom Kitt, i

  Home > Children > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Kay P M- Devenish

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Articles
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· Blog
· 167 Titles
· 2,578 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with Friends!
Member Since: Jun, 2002

Kay P M- Devenish, click here to update your pages on AuthorsDen.

Featured Book
Relationship Magic--- God only Knows
by Tuchy (Carl) Palmieri

No man is an island. What is life without relationships? It is often the case that relationships cause us the most pain. Relationship magic helps increase joy and minimiz..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Featured Book
Perils & Promises, Life on Mission
by Frances Seymour

Tossed out of one's comfort zone and to the end of the land. You'll enjoy the humourous prose used to descibe life in the down east area of Atlantic, North Carolina--..  
BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

   Recent stories by Kay P M- Devenish
· About Elaine Raubitschek
· A true love story
           >> View all 3

Share    Print  Save   Become a Fan

Rose Silverspoon
By Kay P M- Devenish
Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Rated "G" by the Author.

Share this with your friends on FaceBook

A story about a Change of attitude.
Dedicated to my Teacher Margherita who has been very patient with me.



Mrs Rose Siverspoon lived in a Gothic white mansion at the very top of Nob Hill. 

Most the townsfolk panicked when they saw her leave her home to stroll down into the more common part of town; you see, Mrs Silverspoon had a very critical eye and a very sharp tongue too. No one in the town had been spared her critical inspection for even if they may have escaped the sting of her words they had not avoided that magnifying cold stare from her dark green eye bulging through her eyeglass. She would always stop to speak with her timid neighbours as she passed them by, but she never had a happy or a kind word to say to any of them. Rather,she would stop only to chastise them for only then could she feel any satisfaction her whole life in fact was bent on making everyone around her as miserable as she was. She had once been very happy, but that was before her husband had died. She was still only a newly wed at that time. He had been her whole life,a mild quiet man captivated by nature and the insects were his fascination he collected specimens and wrote several books on bugs and butterflies.He had discovered several species that previously had been unknown. The rarest was the blue-shyza king butterfly and although he had managed to bring one specimen back from the Amazon no other biologist had come into contact with one. He spent hours elaborating to his wife on the awesomeness os this large bluish green flying creature and she loved hearing his joy and seeing his face light up as he told her. It was on his last trip to the Amazon that tragedy stuck...snake was quick,apparently he did not suffer but from that moment onward...she changed.She had become very bitter about almost everything and everyone. She had never remarried for in truth hers had been a deep and irreplaceable love and the loss of it had changed her  drastically and completely.Last year on the 50th anniversary of her marriage, she woke in an especially bitter mood.Her neighbour Mrs Jolene’s dog was running madly around the garden barking at a large blue butterfly. Mrs Silverspoon stormed over to Mrs Jolly’s gate and shouted in a firm angry voice: “Your dog is giving me a headache, do keep it quite!”
n Hearing, her Mrs Jolene rushed out from her kitchen and apologized wholeheartedly. Usually Mrs Silverspoon would have been satisfied with that, but not so this time.
I am going to the Mayor’s Formal party tonight and I intend to make a stern compliant to him about your dog. Don’t be surprised if the pound comes to retrieve your mutt tomorrow.’
Boo Boo (the dog) immediately stopped barking and looked toward Mrs Silverspoon with a very despairing expression.
 She of couse totally ignored him and huffed away mumbling under breath that 'all dogs should be kept in zoos!"
Poor Mrs Jolene burst into tears and ran inside to phone her mother.Mrs Silverspoon went back inside red with rage and continued to do her weekly batch of laundry. Once she had a house cleaner to do that sort of thing but none of her staff could bear her temperament so they quit. Now, she did all the work herself and she preferred it that way. She had never been happy with the efforts of any of the staff she had hired; they were “All dreadful workers!” she scoffed. 

She wanted to feel her best during the Mayors Function and so she re-washed all her most expensive hosiery and undergarments to wear for that evening. After she finished hand washing her Parisian, lace undies and her very large Georgian lace bra she hung them on the discreetly positioned clothesline. Her back yard was landscaped with many exotics shrubs.

All the clothes she owned were of the very best quality and all had embroidered upon them with silk thread her own full name on the material. The rest of the day was mild and sunny but by mid afternoon a strong breeze blew and indigo clouds danced in the sky.The howling of banchees woke her from her afternoon nap.Mrs Silverspoon hurried outside to the clothe-line only to find that all her clothes were gone. Immediately she suspected ‘theft’ but actually, the wind blown them away.Mrs Silverspoon had no time to report the missing clothes to the police; instead, she only had the time to get herself ready for The Mayor’s Function. She chose other equally as comfortable garments to wear, her wardrobe overflowed with choice. By early evening she was dressed and looking splendid in long black sequinned suit. Although she was in her seventies, she still oozed style and beauty.The mayor’s chauffer picked her up and drove her to the embassy. Many foreign dignitaries were there and all of the town’s most influential people were there too. After they finished making the formal Toast (with French champagne,) the Mayor took the stage. He was a bachelor around the same age as Mrs Silverspoon and he cared greatly for his community and he had always respected Rose but at the same time, he believed that she was her own worst enemy. He had just started to speak when a yelping sound disturbed him. The spotlight moved from the mayor to the yelping sound. It was lumpy and white and very strange looking, it was running toward the stage.
 All eyes were upon it. ‘It’ ran right up to the mayor, it barked and barked. Laughter from everyone flowed through the audience, (everyone that is, except, Mrs Silverspoon.)
 The Mayor bent down and untwisted the grubby garments from the little dog; somehow, ‘Boo Boo’ had himself tangled in them during the windstorm earlier that day. The mayor lifted up the large slightly muddy bra for the audience to see.
‘There is something sewn on this’ he said.
“Mrs Rose Silverspoon,”he smiled, “it seems you have lost something my dear.”
A dead silence overtook the assembly and all eyes turned to her. Most wondered if the Mayor was about to be lambasted by her response.
None but the Mayor would have dared to embarrass her like that because all the others feared her sharp tongue.
At first, her face was white, and then it turned ash and then red until lastly it went bright scarlet. Boo Boo also stared at her with wide-eyed curiosity and suddenly due to her shock she caught sight for the very first time of a very familiar glint in the little dog’s eye. Her beloved husband had a glint identically the same whenever he had looked at her.It was a glint of excitment one that she had almost fogotten. She saw it now in Boo Boos eyes and it took her breath away. 
o be honest, she admitted to herself, that since her husband had  died, she had not taken the time to really look at- or to care for- anyone or anything. Instead, she ignored them. Tonight though, she looked. She saw fear, sadness, and disappointment in their eyes and it all was directed at her. In Boo Boo’s eyes, she remembered love; it was something she had almost forgotten.
Suddenly a childish grin appeared on her face and then a big warm smile and finally an uncontrollable loud and long laugh. Mrs Silverspoon had not laughed since before her husband died and that was a very long time to be without laughter. Once she started, she could not stop. Laughter as you might know is quite infectious, and soon, all were in fits of side-splitting laughter.The next day a big blue butterfly woke Boo Boo the dog and he barked and barked at it. Mrs Silverspoon came out to investigate though she did not feel the need to complain.She looked at Boo Boo and she awed at the large greenish blue butterfly,she had seen one like it once long ago,no it couldn't be for that was in a far off land and they were so rare that no one had found another...but it was...and as it danced above Boo Boo she wondered if perhaps it was just all a dream...or was it a sign sent from the other side,a sign from her dear departed love to let her know that she was not alone after all and that rare and beautiful things are there to be found and to be seen if only we open our eyes and look.Boo Boo kept barking but no one  complained as no one was annoyed, in fact, from that time onward everyone in the little town lived happily, especially Mrs Silverspoon.She never again had a cross word to say to anyone, especially not  to boo boo and whenever he barked she joyfully rushed to her backyard for she knew he was heralding an amazing rare sight that she too would love to see.



       Web Site: Authorsden

Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 10/8/2006
A delightful and meaningful tale. Thank you for sharing it, Kay. Love and peace to you,

Reviewed by Chrissy McVay 9/11/2006
Very good story!
Reviewed by Joyce Devenish 9/9/2006
I love your story. Thank you for letting me share it.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/8/2006

Delightful story; very well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Reviewed by Felix Perry 9/7/2006
Wonderful write Kay...I love it. Presented with a childlike quality but just a tease of adult humour there as well with the use of her bra as the objection of the rooms attention. So good to see one of your writes up again.

Arthur, the Christmas Elf by Valerie

As the blizzard of the century buries the countryside in wind-blown snow and brings life to a standstill on Christmas Eve, Arthur finds the last two Endangered Children and offers ..  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Sarah-Jane's ABC About Mammals by Wynn Schiller

Illustrations and limericks make this a fun way to learn about 26 mammals as well as the colors of the rainbow...  
Featured BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.