All About Those Bags

Tessa wanted that bag. She knew she shouldn’t but yet she found herself at the site again sifting through the hoard and hoards of bags.

She reasoned with herself that she wouldn’t buy anything. She had too many bags already. The last she counted it was 150 and that didn’t include the clutches.

But this bag was so perfect. It was the right size and a warm color. She reasoned that if she bought it she could use it with anything.

She exited out of the window. She pulled up the search engine and typed in ‘charities’.

Tessa infrequently gave to charity. Sometimes she didn’t remember, sometime she didn’t have enough to spare, and sometimes she just didn’t care. But she felt like she should do something to balance her monetary karma.

But that bag wouldn’t stay out of her mind. She scrolled through the list of charities. She couldn’t choose that one because they discriminated against LGBT people and that one looked unsavory.

She thought about just not giving anything.

But she opened up a link. It was a children’s charity. She made a quick donation and opened up a new tab. She decided to treat herself.

Good King Hal

Shirley walked through the castle. She had always been fascinated with old English castles. It had started when she was a girl and her father gave her a book on them. Since then she’d long cherished a dream to come to England and tour them and now here she was.

“Oh look at him he’s wearing tights!”

She turned and saw two little boys kicking at a young man. Though the man winced he didn’t move.
 
“Where are their parents?” She muttered to herself.

“You look like a fairy!” One of them shouted.

She found herself walking towards them of her own accord. She reached forward and took them both by the ears.
 
“Ow hey!”

“It’s not nice to kick others,” she said to one.

“Get off me you old bag!”

She turned them loose. They grimaced at her but left anyway.
 
She turned to the man.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

She smiled. “You look like you needed some help.”

“Well they instructed me not to interact with the customers.”

She chuckled. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to hear that you obeyed their orders.”

He looked at quizzically.

“I’m joking ignore me. I have a weird sense of humor.”

He smiled hesitantly.

“So what can you tell me about this place Henry?”

His eyes lightened up. “You know who I am?”

“Why good King Hal of course.”

He laughed. “Finally someone gets it right. I’ve had people ask me if I’m Arthur.”

She rolled her eyes. “Plebeians.”

“Well,” he said. “St. James was finished in 1536. It turned out not to be so lucky for two of Henry’s children but it seemed to have worked out well for Elizabeth.”

She looked around at the red brick walls. The place was magnificent.

“It’s really gorgeous.”

“Would you like to look around?”

She smiled showing the dimples in her cheek. “If you’ll show me around Hal.”

He grinned. “Gladly.”
 

*The guy is named Mark but Shirley hasn’t asked him his name yet and she’s the narrator so…
**Takes place in the early 2000s
***Shirley is about fifty or so