Senryu : Miss Manners, another cracked tale


writing Miss Manners
“May a lady stab her date?”
pop, pop went their guns

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

We had a lovely dance at the ball. He was charming. When my coachman was not waiting to take me home as I expected, he respectfully offered me a ride. With the rain pouring down I accepted gratefully.

I do my best to be polite, demure and sweet. I read the ladies’ magazines avidly following their advice on manners. But when a so-called gentleman slides next to you and proceeds to put his hands around my neck, I don’t wait to find out if he is after my diamond choker or my virtue. I promptly stuck my mother’s sharp ruby hairpin into his hand. As he cried out in pain, I flung the carriage door open and ran into the night. Of course, I grabbed my parasol as I left. Miss Manners says a lady always carries her parasol.

Running in a balldress soaked with rain was like dancing with a heifer thrown over your shoulder — neither graceful, swift nor good. I glanced over my shoulder. Oh no! He left his coach. Even in this dim light, I could see his glare as he gave chase.

We both heard a sound in the trees. Looking up, I saw above me a giant balloon with a rope dangling down. Some fool inventor experimenting with lightning again. What had I to lose? I dropped my parasol and grabbed the rope.

Great! The balloon pulled me above him, out of his reach. Oh no, a sudden updraft lifted me high above the trees. As I dangled looking down, I wondered what Miss Manners would do. This had never been covered in her column.

As I flew above some soldiers, I called down. “Shoot me down!” When they commenced firing, I yelled in panic, “Not me! Shoot the balloon!” I know Miss Manners says a lady never yells, but I believe in this instance I might be forgiven.

Pop, pop, pop went their guns. Pop went my balloon.

What a night. There are words Miss Manners said ladies never learn nor speak. Hmmm, maybe I’m not a lady. She should try falling from the sky and see what words she doesn’t say.

Ruffles and a taffeta crinoline slowed my descent. Happily I touched ground and accepted the soldiers’ escort home. I thought tomorrow I’ll pen a letter and ask Miss Manners, “When may a lady stab her date with a sharp hair pin?”

—————————————- so ends an other cracked tale


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photos from Second Life by M. LaFreniere, avatar Kayla Woodrunner

20 thoughts on “Senryu : Miss Manners, another cracked tale”

    1. I can see why they were outlawed — if you’re an assassin, I bet there are a few spots that they are long enough to kill when inserted. Although it’s handy to have a little protection if a guy misbehaves.


  1. kaykuala

    We both heard a sound in the trees.
    Looking up, I saw above me a giant
    balloon with a rope dangling down

    Beautiful story very close to the composite pics given. Great way of doing it Nakazato!



    1. Thank you, Hank. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I had an idea for the story so I did the pictures in second life which was the first two pics. Then I saw the balloon, jumped on and the story morphed. I did the pics in the air as I was flying — wish I was faster with the snapshot because there is always the pic that got away, lol.


  2. I’ve known a couple people who collected antique hat pins. Some are lovely. I’ve read this post a couple of times, because I think it is really well done. Fast moving, a little suspenseful and funny…and even current/timely if you want to include the #MeToo movement. Great post!


    1. Thank you! It’s awesome that you read it more than once — that’s a huge compliment especially from a wordsmith like you and I appreciate it. I’ve never seen an actual antique hat pin. My acquaintance with them is from romantic and period mystery novels so I gathered they were pretty long and sharp. They look lovely in photos, often with a little jewel. It would make a lovely collectible.


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