1. The Washing Woman - A Halloween Story


    Date: 9/16/2023, Categories: Fiction Male/Female Author: The_Technician 

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Quarrie Balfour slowly climbed the steps of his mansion that led to the second floor. It was early, only a little after ten, but the guests were gone and the house was quiet. He paused to look out the tower window that was half-way up the steps. This house wasn’t a castle, nor was it made of stone, but the architect had attempted to capture some of the characteristics of the Balfour Castle, the family ancestral home which now lay in ruins back in Scotland.

Downstairs the servants and staff were busy cleaning up from the Halloween dinner party. There had been a time when Quarrie’s Halloween celebrations were raucous... and raunchy... and lasted through the night. But moderation comes with age. Sometimes more than moderation comes with age. There was a time when Quarrie would dress as a Roman emperor and walk through the party surrounded by naked slaves. Another favorite of his was to dress as a character from one of the latest more risque plays or movies and act out particularly lewd scenes with other guests who had dressed appropriately.

But that was then. Now he used this one night of the year to dress in his ancient Balfour Clan regalia and sit quietly at a sumptuous banquet attended by some of his many friends and business acquaintances. Close friends sat with him at the head table. Most wore some form of costume, but almost all were rather staid. He didn’t recognize very many people at the other tables. Even those who were not ...
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