Kchan: A bit of a play on an old fable actually. Let’s see if you can see which one it is. :D Please excuse the narrator. She’s catty. And it's supposed to be set in the Victorian era, I think, so that's why the speech is a little stilted.

Kokoro no Diary
-Heart's Diary-

Sour Woman

Dearest Diary,
I am writing here to tell you of the going-ons I’ve witnessed today. I fear I won’t keep them to myself, so I write in here in hopes of being able to keep this tidbit to myself. Oh, but I wouldn’t call this any old tidbit! It’s far more interesting than that!

It all started with Mr. Renard, a fine young man I have written about in here many a time. I’ll write about him just once more, for clarification. He is, as I said, a young man. And wealthy at that, with a lovely and charming personality. He surely has a way with women. And he has the loveliest red-brown hair you’ve ever seen.

So, I saw Mr. Renard at the gates to town, riding in on a chestnut mare and wearing bright red riding clothes, with black boots and gloves. He reminds me of something. Some kind of animal. Oh, don’t think me rude! I don’t mean a dumb beast of an animal; something charming and elegant that would fit Mr. Renard.

I was going to go talk to him. You see, I have had my eyes on Mr. Renard for quite some time. Unfortunately, so has every other woman in the town. One other such woman was Miss Uva. I ask you, what sort of name is ‘Uva’? A dirty foreign name, that’s what. She walked up to Mr. Renard, dusting off the front of her dress while casually slipping a little of the material down to expose more of her neck and shoulders.

The little tart has some nerves!

I never took any fancy to the girl to begin with. She’s an air-head of the worst kinds, and rumor has it that… well! She keeps a lot of male company (surely you know what I mean by this). Yes, those pale green eyes of hers are always searching out her next toy, if you will. I never fancied her eyes either. Everyone talks so, about how beautiful they are; about how they are the colour of green grapes.

I’ve never liked grapes. Tart.

I had kept watching them and sneaking bits of their conversation. I know it’s wrong, but I’m ever-so glad I did. I was surprised to see that Mr. Renard was actually the one making advances, not Miss Uva. What a strange occurrence! Wasn’t Miss Uva the one with the reputation? And more, she was refusing whatever attempt he made, conversation or otherwise! I listened and caughts snippets of their conversation.

“But Miss Uva!” said Mr. Renard, “Surely you are not really refusing me, my dear? Please tell me you are acting coy with me?”

And Miss Uva, in turn, spoke, “No. I am not just ‘being coy’”. Her tone sent shivers up my spine. It was so cold. “I have no interest in you. Not anymore. Good day to you sir”

And she walked away in what I can only describe as a huff. She looked rather indignant. Mr. Renard, on the other hand, stood there for a time and watched her leave. I continued to watch, hoping with all my might that he would not go after her. I could have cried with delight at what I heard next!

“Ah, sour woman”.

He said this in a dark, cold tone. Much like Miss Uva’s, but it didn’t scare me in the least. No, there was hope for me yet! I hitched up my skirts to follow him, but he had already gotten on his chestnut horse again and rode off. There will always be another day I suppose.

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Kchan: So, did you get which fable? I'll give you a hint: Renard means "fox" in french, and Uva means "grape". Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!

.::Kyande::.