This little story is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.
She hated stately homes with a deep, visceral loathing. Ordinary people paying to trail open-mouthed around the set-piece rooms of some aristocrat’s family pile made her want to vomit. Didn’t they realise, she asked herself, that this kind of excess is exactly why some countries had revolutions? Didn’t they realise that the money from their entrance fees, plus the government subsidies was allowing some family of upper class degenerates to hang onto their mansion at the public expense?
She had refused to go into the temple of bourgeois privilege with Mum, Dad and little brother, and had parked herself in the mock temple to Minerva on the artificial hill opposite the sweeping colonnades of the main entrance. She sat with her Doc Martens on the stone balustrade and her back to the plinth where Minerva gazed stonily across the sheep-cropped sward.
“What kind of world do they live in?” she muttered. “I mean, what do these people do with their lives?”
“Absolutely bugger all,” came the reply from behind, about three feet above her head. Startled, she turned. Minerva winked a stony eye and returned to her stoic contemplation of the lawn.
This gave me my first chuckle. How I agree.
Glad you approve 🙂
Fantastic, Jane.
Cheers!
Absolutely bugger all! Totally agree. Enjoyed the short piece Jane. Wonderful photo pic too.
I’m glad you liked it Frank. I was like that at sixteen, and haven’t changed much since.
Love it.
Thanks Di 🙂
I’ve got a strange feeling I may have slept in that little house thing, whatever its called during a hitch-hiking adventure in my very early twenties. I remember walking down to the lack to dip my tooth brush into the water to begin and end the morning wash, other facilities not being available 🙂
I’m glad you got some use out of it, Peter. Not sure which stately ‘home’ it lives in. Not Castle Howard anyway. That’s the only one I know.
Hi Five Jane brilliant Twist!!
Thanks Willow!
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Great portrayal of the teenager just discovering the injustices of the world and getting bent out of shape that the rest of her family doesn’t agree with her rants. (So, basically me when I was a teenager, although I wore old combat boots — Doc Martens were too “commercial” for me, lol.) And poor Minerva, having to observe in silence all the time; I bet she was happy for the like-minded company!
Thanks Joy. Minerva probably preferred the company of the sheep to the noble householder and his family.
At least she had the sheep, that’s nice. 🙂
They are undemanding creatures 🙂
She is indeed wise. (K)
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I like the down to earth goddess 😀
I thought she looked lonely, stuck in a temple just within eyeshot of the house but kept at a distance.
It is a cold way for a goddess to live 😉
Especially a goddess with a brain.
Indeed… you can’t converse much with a burnt offering…
There’s no answer to that…
An unexpected entrance at the end. I’m afraid the teenager may become a lot more disillusioned with the world over the her next few years.
Or she might become one of the next generation who will give the system a shake-up.
Thanks Sue!
This is very British..and very cool
Cool Britannia 🙂