1. The Storyteller Of Brompton House - Part One


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Rheged6, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Carrie had got over her immediate panic at the phone call from her sister. Eric had been in a car accident – he wasn’t really hurt, but Liz needed to fetch him from Edinburgh, which was a six hour round trip. Could she babysit Phoebe and her friends? Her niece, Phoebe, had been promised that she could have three friends for the afternoon, followed by a sleepover until Sunday morning. She could stay with Mrs Harper next door until Carrie could get there, but the friends were arriving at three o'clock. Carrie had agreed, and then wondered how you kept four eight-year old girls happy. Liz had said there was plenty of food ready and all she had to do was ‘entertain them’ and that they were probably quite capable of looking after themselves in that respect. Carrie had a brainwave. She would call in at Waterstones Books and ask what sort of thing eight-year old girls liked, and get some short stories to read to them. As she walked into the shop she noticed the big sign with an arrow, ‘Storytelling in Children’s Books’. She followed, and entered an area where about twenty young children were sat on cushions before a large chair on which sat the Storyteller. He had clearly come to the end of whatever it was he was telling them because there was a sudden shriek of delight from the whole audience, followed by applause. Carrie joined because although she had no idea what the story had been, she could see wonder and delight on so many faces. Cat Taylor smiled in appreciation of the ...
    applause, then turned to see who it was clapping from behind. He had never met Carrie Nicholson, but he knew he just had to get to talk to this woman. The chemistry was working both ways. Carrie held his gaze, longing for it to continue. The moment was broken when one of the Waterstones’ staff began to make a small speech. Feeling quite self-conscious, Carrie hovered at the edge of the gathering. She had picked up his book, ‘The Witches of Findhorn’ and waited for an opportunity to get close, feeling butterflies she hadn’t felt since she was a teenager. Cameron Taylor was trying to be nice to everyone who wanted to chat, but he was anxious to get to the girl who had held his gaze, and put such a spell on him. “Hello,” he said with a Cheshire Cat smile as he finally made it across the room, “would you like me to sign that for you?” “Oh, please,” said Carrie, “it’s for my niece Phoebe – I have to entertain her and her friends this afternoon and I thought I would read to them.” “Phoebe!” exclaimed the author. “Ha! Princess of the West Woodland.” He saw a puzzled look on the girl’s face and quickly opened the book and found an illustrated page. Carrie gasped as she read the caption, ‘Princess Phoebe commanded Dragon Slayer to take up her lance.’ “Wow,” she said. “I’m Carrie Nicholson.” “I’m Cameron Taylor, I tell stories.” He thought to himself for a moment. “I’m a storyteller – and I don’t know what to say next.” Carrie was similarly afflicted, until she had an inspiration. “Is there ...
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