Happy Halloween, dear Scarfies. A hearty thank you to @Cookiefiend for her hosting of last week’s theme. Most delightful! This week, we are telling Ghost Stories, real or imagined, with our scarves. So without further ado, here is mine.
Bhhhwahhh……
It was a dark and stormy night.
Sorry, just kidding 
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Delphine had, without knowing, captured the heart of Gabriel, her family’s chauffeur. Due to her sheltered youth and naïveté, she was unaware of Gabriel’s growing love for her. To Delphine, he was their family’s young driver with whom she had grown up. She loved him as a brother and had affectionately dubbed him Ange. As children, they would play in the woods and meadows of the Bois, and he would tease her about her dog, Alouette, whom Delphine adored. “Ah, you love Alouette more than life itself!” he would exclaim, which confused Delphine because to her Alouette was life.
After Gabriel grew old enough to work as the calèche driver, Delphine and he would see each other as he drove Maman and her in their little Duc through the streets of Paris or to the great Bois. There, he would sit atop the roofless carriage and watch her walk with Alouette, becoming ever more smitten with the solitary young woman. Sometimes they would walk together and talk of their childhood adventures.
As the year progressed and Gabriel fell more and more in love, Delphine began to understand this, but could not admit to herself that she, too, was falling in love with him.
One beautiful October evening, Gabriel could no longer keep his love a secret. He presented Delphine with an exquisite blue and rose châle as a pledge of his undying love, and proposed marriage. Confused and somewhat frightened, Delphine refused him.
Brokenhearted, Gabriel fled Paris and found refuge in the sea, which became his home. Out on the seas, he threw the shawl overboard and watched the waves toss it until it disappeared.
Delphine’s heart was broken, too. Too late, she realized what Gabriel meant by loving something “more than life itself”. Falling into a state of grief, she grew ill and died the following October. Alouette soon followed. They were buried together in a simple grave in a wooded stand in the Bois.
Gabriel sailed for many years, burying his sorrow in the incessant, lonely churn of the sea. Eventually, his ship foundered.
As the years passed, people told of strange apparitions they saw in the Bois during autumn. They told stories of a ghostly calèche riding through the woods to a barely marked grave. There, they say, a man and a woman, wearing a blue and rose shawl, embrace and walk hand in hand through the Bois until dawn. A little dog follows.
Bhhhwahhh……
It was a dark and stormy night.
Sorry, just kidding . The Calèche and the Châle
Delphine had, without knowing, captured the heart of Gabriel, her family’s chauffeur. Due to her sheltered youth and naïveté, she was unaware of Gabriel’s growing love for her. To Delphine, he was their family’s young driver with whom she had grown up. She loved him as a brother and had affectionately dubbed him Ange. As children, they would play in the woods and meadows of the Bois, and he would tease her about her dog, Alouette, whom Delphine adored. “Ah, you love Alouette more than life itself!” he would exclaim, which confused Delphine because to her Alouette was life.
After Gabriel grew old enough to work as the calèche driver, Delphine and he would see each other as he drove Maman and her in their little Duc through the streets of Paris or to the great Bois. There, he would sit atop the roofless carriage and watch her walk with Alouette, becoming ever more smitten with the solitary young woman. Sometimes they would walk together and talk of their childhood adventures.
As the year progressed and Gabriel fell more and more in love, Delphine began to understand this, but could not admit to herself that she, too, was falling in love with him.
One beautiful October evening, Gabriel could no longer keep his love a secret. He presented Delphine with an exquisite blue and rose châle as a pledge of his undying love, and proposed marriage. Confused and somewhat frightened, Delphine refused him.
Brokenhearted, Gabriel fled Paris and found refuge in the sea, which became his home. Out on the seas, he threw the shawl overboard and watched the waves toss it until it disappeared.
Delphine’s heart was broken, too. Too late, she realized what Gabriel meant by loving something “more than life itself”. Falling into a state of grief, she grew ill and died the following October. Alouette soon followed. They were buried together in a simple grave in a wooded stand in the Bois.
Gabriel sailed for many years, burying his sorrow in the incessant, lonely churn of the sea. Eventually, his ship foundered.
As the years passed, people told of strange apparitions they saw in the Bois during autumn. They told stories of a ghostly calèche riding through the woods to a barely marked grave. There, they say, a man and a woman, wearing a blue and rose shawl, embrace and walk hand in hand through the Bois until dawn. A little dog follows.
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. I really enjoyed writing it. So much fun!
Anybody know what season this would be from or what it's called? It's wool/silk.
Three years is a looong time to not go for a swim 
Le Bal Masque!
It was such a pleasure to read your introduction 
