ARTY ARBUCKLE'S ADVENTUROUS AFFAIR
Arty Arbuckle ambled apprehensively through the arbor of aspens that surrounded the old mansion. He'd show his arch-enemy, Andy Anderson, he thought acrimoniously. He was not anachrophobic.
The ancient house loomed ahead. It had been abandoned ages ago. Anecdotes abounded about the large, hairy spiders to be found in the annex. Accordingly, he attempted to step airily across the antechamber that led to the annex. An assortment of antique furniture angled everywhere around the airless, gloomy room. Arty hesitated but avoided any accidental collisions. The atmosphere was asphyxiating. Feeling a little anxious -- and a little creepy, he stretched out his arm and gave the annex door a push. It opened arthritically, so Arty advanced cautiously. The light from the annex windows temporarily blinded him.
"Aaaagh!" he screamed, appalled at the apparition that appeared before him. He thought he was having an angina attack. There in front of him stood a.......a......what?
With a rush of adrenalin, his legs almost crumpled under him and the hair on the back of his neck arose. Then....... amazingly, awesome relief washed over him. The long-mirrored door of an ancient armoir stood open in front of him. The awful apparition Arty saw was.... himself!
The above is my contribution for the 12th ROUND of ABC WEDNESDAY which begins today. What an a achievement! Hats off to Mrs. Nesbitt our founder and Roger Owen Green, our fearless leader. To see more contributions to this excellent project, please click HERE