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Marjory’s bag

“Wondered if I could get your thoughts on a matter of some delicacy?”
“By all means, dear boy. Fire away”
“About ladies’… *ahem*… bags.”
“Bags, eh? More port, Godfrey?”
“Don’t mind if I do. Most kind.”
“Bags, you say?”
“Yes. Marjory’s bag in particular.“
“Not sure I’m much of an authority on bags, dear boy.”
“Nor me. Part of the problem really.”
“What seems to be the trouble?”
“Marjory’s bag. Not what it was.”
“What it was?”
“When we met. She had a very nice little bag back then. New one.”
“Something special?”
“Special? No, no. Quite the contrary. Rather plain, neat, very charming. Discrete, you might say.”
“This really is an excellent cigar.”
“Thank you.”
“Terrible about Fortescue, by the way.”
“Awful.”
“And the cricket.”
“Oh, let’s not.”
“No.”
“Between you and me, I’m quite fascinated by bags. Out of admiration of course, nothing sordid.”
“Of course not, who would suggest such a thing?”
“Really quite astonished at what the Missis has managed to produce out of such a tiny bag over the years. Capacity wise. All things considered it’s lasted rather well.”
“Goodness yes, sometimes Audrey produces entire picnics from hers.”
“Picnics? I…That’s to say, when I say bag, what I mean to say is…”
“Oh I see! Oh good gracious, how silly I am. Terribly sorry.”
“My fault entirely.”
“So, of course, Marjory’s bag…”
“Become a little worn. Rather thin and bashed about. Which I understand is not unusual for ladies d’un certain age. So I suggested she got a new one.”
“I say.”
“Yes. Know a chap. you see: Staughton. He’s in the business, as it were, very respectable. Gave his wife a new one last month. By all accounts they’re both quite delighted.”
“Well then, that sounds like just the ticket. Perhaps I should speak to Audrey about it too.”
“Marjory was most put out.”
“Oh?”
“She says that new bags are terribly nouveau. Said that her bag is perfectly serviceable. An extravagance, she called it. Spent the rest of the afternoon lopping the heads off flowers.”
“Good gracious. Nouveau, did she say?”
“Terribly nouveau.”
“My word, old boy, it’s a minefield.”

  1. September 2, 2010 at 4:54 pm

    I hope she doesn’t start carrying his penis around in it.

  2. September 2, 2010 at 9:33 pm

    Excellent story told 100% in dialogue. I so envy folks who can do this. Peace…

  3. Walter
    September 3, 2010 at 10:54 pm

    Ah, yes, well said Linda, it is a skill which I strive to attain, which this does wonderfully. Consistent voices too, which is difficult to achieve, I so easily slip my own tongue into my characters.

    Just great Claire! Thank you for posting it here!

  4. claireking
    September 4, 2010 at 1:20 am

    Thanks Linda & Walter for your kind comments.
    Godfrey was a sort of antidote to Peach.
    I think they should never meet…

  5. September 5, 2010 at 6:44 am

    Wow these characters are fantastic. You are wonderful at writing dialogue it has to be said.

  6. September 15, 2010 at 4:37 pm

    Way cool writing!

  7. September 18, 2010 at 1:57 pm

    Hey thanks Rebecca and Beate! These were lots of fun!

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