Like A Ship on the Ocean

This is the last of the picture prompts from the WritYe DreamWidth that I had to use in order to be current.  Technically, there’s one more (from this past Wednesday), but otherwise, I’m caught up.

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15-db59ec0a40Quentin frowned at the image.  It was odd, yet imaginative.  “Reminds me of Noah’s ark, a bit,” he said, tilting his head one way and then the other.

Felicity scowled at him and then looked back at the picture.  “It looks like it’s sinking,” she said, shaking her head.  “Noah’s ark didn’t sink.”

“I was home to all those creatures,” Quentin said.  He waved at the picture.  “It’s a house bobbing in the waves, like a ship on the ocean.”

“It’s sinking,” Felicity argued.

Quentin turned to face her.  Folding his arms behind his back, he smiled.  “It’s a stationary image, Mistress,” he said.  He lifted one shoulder and then looked back at the picture.  Tilting his head slightly, so that the house appeared level, he added, “I say it’s bobbing in the waves, like a ship and you can’t say me nay.”

Charity stifled a laugh.  “Technically, he’s right,” she said, nodding.

Felicity scowled.  “Houses don’t float,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.  “They get washed away or they sink.  The entire image is absurd.”

“I rather like it,” Quentin said, smirking.  He turned and walked on through the gallery whistling to himself, so that he couldn’t hear Felicity’s grumblings.  He did, however, hear Charity’s laughter.

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