*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day
The cab ride went well enough, until The Superior Nunny and Archduchess Fanty got into yet another argument about on which side you should butter toast and they ended up at one of our countries fine National Parks. This, of course led to yet another argument about at which park they were, but that argument had been had so many times they could quote it by rote. They sat in silence, mustering all the patience they could, waiting for Lady Jane to say her part of the argument.
"Hey, where's Lady Jane?" Archduchess Fanty asked finally.
"Who?" The Superior Nunny asked in return.
"Lady Jane. Wasn't she with us earlier?" Archduchess Fanty sat on a flat rock and winked at a lizard.
"Was she the one in the hat?" The Superior Nunny picked a bug off her sleeve and asked it for its papers.
"No. Wait, let's ask The Man where she went. Excuse me, Mr. Cigarette and Schnapps, where did we lose Lady Jane?" Archduchess Fanty asked.
"Fanty, that's a tree." The Superior Nunny said.
"Gah, the trees are so much better dressed here." Archduchess Fanty declared.
"That's why we always come to Wyoming for these type of things." The Superior Nunny said, fairly certain she was correct about why they came here.
"North Dakota. Why did we come here again?" Archduchess Fanty just before she ran into a chirpy cloud.
"Weren't you looking for a new belt?" The Superior Nunny asked, eyeing Fanty's current belt.
"Oh, that's right. Is that Lady Jane?" Archduchess Fanty asked point in several directions.
"It might be, I thought it was Florida but you know how bad I am with Algebra." The Superior Nunny said.
"Yes I do. Why am I hungry?" Archduchess Fanty asked.
"You should have had one of Lady Jane's figurines. Say, where is Lady Jane?" The Superior Nunny said looking around for the first time.
"I am going to go ask that mailbox over there. Is that a mailbox or a Packard?" Archduchess Fanty asked scratching her head, this whole afternoon had taken its toll on the amphetamines she'd downed earlier.
"Does it matter? Why doesn't this Jack-in-the-Box work?" The Superior Nunny asked her camera.
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