No Mint Julep for Rufus

Face the color of ripe plum and starched shirt plastered to an obese body.

“It’s time for my mint julep”

Rufus voice broke into falsetto cutting the afternoon silence. He should hear Maribelle downstairs rushing to quench his thirst, and faint sounds from the kitchen where Duke and Della were busy preparing his dinner.

He had woken late; Maribelle no longer there. Rufus chuckled; important men should satisfy their needs with staff. Maribelle was as good as Della once was.

“Maribelle” — faint echo responding.

Only the smell of smoke and locked doors told him that even servants have mothers.

So this week we are back to revenge and murder, it has been a while, but this is what my muse whispered to me.

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February 11, 2015

77 responses to “No Mint Julep for Rufus

  1. Well I think ‘droit de seigneur’ might have just taken a turn for the worse. Still, he’ll probably die in his own bed… Nice tale of revenge, which this time will not be eaten cold.

  2. ugh. stomach turning…but it was a way of life, once…and probably still is somewhere…i am glad to have mothers that wont let them get away with it, for long….

  3. Great stuff – the description is brilliant (purple face/sticking shirt etc) and the hinted grotesque behaviours make his end feel well deserved.

  4. Rufus has been living in a fool’s paradise. The fire will be ruled as an accident most probably, and they won’t have Rufus to cause them trouble any more. Well done, Bjorn. 🙂 — Suzanne

  5. I imagine when he realized what was going on, with that purple plum face, he had an apoplectic fit and stroke and could only lie there while being consumed….

  6. I’m not too hot on anyone burning alive, but I think this was the only way his slaves could safely get away.
    Now he’ll burn for all of eternity. That he does deserve.

  7. You paint such a picture of Rufus – the plum face and plastered shirt. and the period and societal differences come across so well too. Such a well structured story.

  8. I like how you portrayed this monster, Bjorn. Not that he’s nice, but he is vivid. I’m sure many powerful men have learned this mistake throughout history in one way or another. Nice job.

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