Post by pinkie on May 6, 2008 6:32:00 GMT -5
287 words, without this introduction - and without the two translations. I wanted to enter, though somehow it doesn't want to come together... still - it is better than not entering!
“Careful!” Filius pulled Pomona close as a bicycle went right past them. Three days they had been in the city of Amsterdam and they didn’t seem to get used to the hectic traffic at all. Ever since they had arrived, they had been surrounded by pedestrians, streetcars, cabs, cyclists and cars. Together they walked on, turning the corner of the Nieuwe Hoogstraat, going past a kite-shop, restaurants and so-called: “coffee-shops” where the smell indicated that there was no coffee being served.
At the end of the street, they arrived in a large square looking at a palace. As she turned her head, Pomona found herself in front of ‘De Bijenkorf’, by the looks of things a large department store. She went in through the rotating doors and found herself surrounded by perfume counters, counters with jewellery, racks with expensive Pashima’s and a sign: “Bijenkorf Basics: 20% korting op de tweede verdieping”*.
Using a translating spell, Pomona took hold of Filius hand and went up the escalator, up to the fourth floor, finding herself in the midst of bright coloured baby clothes on one hand and DVD’s on the other hand.
“This is where they are supposed to be selling basics for women’s wardrobes!” Pomona exclaimed.
“Well… I don’t see them!” Filius said, looking around.
Floor by floor they checked the store.
Ladies’ undergarments… gentleman’s shoes… Suitcases… Shoes… Shoes? Shoes!
Two hours later Pomona found her man in the restaurant, reading a magazine and drinking a “Koffie verkeerd”*.
“I am back.” She said and took a seat with a sigh.
Filius chuckled and said:
“Who needs basics if you can have shoes instead?”
“Hey!” Pomona gave him a playful slap: “They are Dutch! They are my souvenirs!” and she pulled a pair of orange clog slippers from her bag, smiling widely.
* Bijenkorf Basics: 20% discount on the second floor (third if you are American)
* Koffie verkeerd = café latté (in honour of Laura)
Basics?
“Careful!” Filius pulled Pomona close as a bicycle went right past them. Three days they had been in the city of Amsterdam and they didn’t seem to get used to the hectic traffic at all. Ever since they had arrived, they had been surrounded by pedestrians, streetcars, cabs, cyclists and cars. Together they walked on, turning the corner of the Nieuwe Hoogstraat, going past a kite-shop, restaurants and so-called: “coffee-shops” where the smell indicated that there was no coffee being served.
At the end of the street, they arrived in a large square looking at a palace. As she turned her head, Pomona found herself in front of ‘De Bijenkorf’, by the looks of things a large department store. She went in through the rotating doors and found herself surrounded by perfume counters, counters with jewellery, racks with expensive Pashima’s and a sign: “Bijenkorf Basics: 20% korting op de tweede verdieping”*.
Using a translating spell, Pomona took hold of Filius hand and went up the escalator, up to the fourth floor, finding herself in the midst of bright coloured baby clothes on one hand and DVD’s on the other hand.
“This is where they are supposed to be selling basics for women’s wardrobes!” Pomona exclaimed.
“Well… I don’t see them!” Filius said, looking around.
Floor by floor they checked the store.
Ladies’ undergarments… gentleman’s shoes… Suitcases… Shoes… Shoes? Shoes!
Two hours later Pomona found her man in the restaurant, reading a magazine and drinking a “Koffie verkeerd”*.
“I am back.” She said and took a seat with a sigh.
Filius chuckled and said:
“Who needs basics if you can have shoes instead?”
“Hey!” Pomona gave him a playful slap: “They are Dutch! They are my souvenirs!” and she pulled a pair of orange clog slippers from her bag, smiling widely.
* Bijenkorf Basics: 20% discount on the second floor (third if you are American)
* Koffie verkeerd = café latté (in honour of Laura)
