The Complete Adventures of Victoria Neaves & Romney by Michael White

Author:Michael White [White, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EDP
Published: 2016-07-19T18:30:00+00:00

Romney’s Day Off

The steam wagon hung over the edge of the cliff, its sleek metallic and brass covered bodywork gleaming in the bright summer sun. The wagon was teetering on the very edge of the cliff, the front of it suspended in the air and being kept from plummeting to the beach a good one hundred or so feet below by the rear end of the engine which at this point was the heaviest part of it. The situation however was not being improved by the young man hanging from the front bumper of the steam wagon by his braces.

He was tall and broad shouldered, his hair flopping down over his eyes. He was also hanging face down over the drop and doing his very best to keep very very still, the car see sawing on the cliff top above him. He did also seem to be screaming.

A lot.

On the bonnet of the car was a young dark haired women dressed in an elegant white summer dress, a floppy white hat on her head. She edged slowly towards the front of the steam car on the bonnet, doing her very best not to tip the car over the edge.

‘Fanelda!” gasped the young man who was hanging in mid-air from the car bumper, “Please don't come any further. Your additional weight will end the steam wagon over the edge!”

“But what can I do, Romney?” she shouted, revealing that she had a relatively strong South Wales accent.

“Go back to the farm and get help!” he shouted, “And stay clear of those two silly old sods from the village!”

The woman on the bonnet nodded and began to slowly edge back towards the rear of the car, pausing only once as the vehicle slipped slightly forward, sending the man dangling by his braces swinging through the air.

“Silly old sod, you say?” came a voice from below. Romney sighed with grim acceptance as a small broom rose from below him and hovered in mid-air. Astride it sat a somewhat spritely looking silver haired woman who wagged a finger at him in what looked like mock annoyance and cackled loudly. She wore a long black robe and a pointed hat. Upon the end of the broom sat a small thin ginger cat that was bizarrely, smiling wildly at the man.

“Nice ta peep yo' again my homie” said the cat, smiling broadly. The man hanging from the car winced but otherwise ignored the animal.

“I use the term lightly, mistress Alice.” said the man and the woman cackled just as a thick swarm of bees appeared from the side of the cliff and made, well, a bee-line for him. “The cushion had very little to do with me at all!” shouted Romney, but it was of no use. The bees settled on the bonnet of the car and began to watch him very closely.

“I saw him first, Mother Alice!” shouted a voice from the clifftop as an man dressed in what appeared to be a worn leather overall peered over the edge.

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