Oh, he was a card. You might say that jokes were his mother tongue. He couldn’t see a ladies hat without donning it an prancing about, pretending to drink tea with his pinky out. He was always hilarious.
That’s what must’ve happened. He slipped away freshen up and came upon Lord Hastings’ diving apparatus. I imagine he thought he’d have a lark by putting on all that gear and walking slowly thorough the parlor like it was the bottom of the sea. What fun!
When we found him hours later his face was a lovely shade of cerulean, poor dear.
That’s interesting. Accidental suffocation had been my first idea for the prompt too
Great voice and characterization. Poor fellow. I guess the joke was on him.
Lord Hastings old diving gear needs locking away. For it seems that it is deadly.?
Ah, the irony. Equipment meant to provide air where there is none prevented it where there was. Nice twist.
Poor child.
Yikes…
Poor chap! What a story! Great narrator-voice!
What a twist! I was expecting hilarity and got.. suffocation. Nicely done.
Cerulean – good choice of colour for the story! Lovely little read.