A short story for Sadje’s What Do You See? photo prompt.
A silver Rolls Royce glided into the Garden Centre car park, its tyres scrunching the gravel as it came to a halt.
“Young man, yes you” boomed Lady Compberry from the open rear window.
Tommy Jones looked left and right then scratched his shaggy-haired head wondering where the devil that noise was coming from. Then he spotted the magnificent motor, a uniformed chauffeur leaning against the bonnet, arms folded with an amused grin on his face.
Tommy ambled over.
“‘Come along young lad, one doesn’t have all day”.
“Yes, luv?” he asked.”
“Luv? Luv? Where are your manners young man?”
“Awfully sorry ma’am,” he said, holding one arm in front of him, the other behind as he bowed deeply.
“That’s better. Now, I wish to purchase two bags of that dirt stuff”.
“Dirt stuff missus, err ma’am?”
“I am told it is referred to as compoaste”.
Tommy looked towards the chauffeur, a quizzical expression pasted across his face.
“Compost she means, compost” he whispered.
“Ah, gotcha mate” said Tommy as he failed to hold back a fit of the giggles.
“Compose yourself young sir” yelled Lady Compberry.
“What miss, cover meself in compoaste?” he chuckled.
Her Ladyship huffed as she wound up the window.
A few minutes later the ‘bags of dirt’ were safely stowed in the boot of the Roller as it glided from the parking lot, and Tommy was having a good old laugh about Lady C with his colleagues.
Photo – Mick Haupt