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Little Women – VisDare

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“Do you think they’ll insist on seeing us off, Beatty?”

“Oh God! I do hope not. I can’t bear it! Birmingham New Street is hardly ‘Brief Encounter’, is it?”

No, it’s not. And they do fuss so, the pair of them…”

Still, it’s all been a bit of a shock, I suppose.”

“Oh Beatty, do stop being so considerate. This is our time. Ours. Not theirs!”

“I don’t think they’ve quite got their heads around us going away, two women, on their own. It’s just not the done thing!”

“Darling, nothing we are doing is the done thing. And the least ‘done thing’ is the one thing they know nothing about yet. Now, look, here they are, let’s just kiss them on the cheek like good little wives.”

“I feel so bad…”

“They’ll get over it.”

“I do love you, Clara!”

“And isn’t that rather the point?”

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Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.

I hope you enjoy this week’s tale, even though betrayal is in the air! I’ve written a follow-up here as my entry into Five Sentence Fiction. I hope you enjoy it!

Please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose.

Mother Hen – Magpie Tales

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Lor’! He were like a moth to a flame, that boy! I told him, I did, that it would come to a bad end, but would he listen? No, course he wouldn’t, he was blinded by her, that fancy piece and her airy ways!

I tell you though, he should’ve gone for my Lucy, he should. She had a steady job with prospects, she did. Safely settled at that Captain de Riviera’s town house, working hard as a lady’s maid. And most of all, she loved the bones of him, she really did.

P’shaw! Look what’s become of them all! That boy Kit wanderin’ the streets lighting lamps every night, talking to ‘isself like a madman, and that young lady, dead an’ all. She come to a bad end, she did, an’ I feel sorry for the Captain, rattlin’ around alone in that big old house of his, really I do.

But it’s my Lucy I worrit on, day and night. That boy can’t see how much she loves him. Always did an’ always will. How it hurt her to see him blinded by that fancy girl’s ways… I don’t know how she stood it all along…

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Here’s my latest entry into Magpie Tales – I hope you enjoy it! If it feels like you’ve stepped part way into a story, you’ll be right! I wrote two tales yesterday for VisDare and Five Sentence Fiction, and thought it would be good to round them off with this little offering.

They are told from three different perspectives – firstly, that of Kit Roberts’ mysterious admirer, next Little Mo and finally, as told here, Lucy’s mother. Did something sinister happen? You betcha! Who played a foul game? That would be telling!

Reaping and Sowing – Five Sentence Fiction

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Kit was an utterly marvellous boy – I called him that because he seemed so young, such a rough diamond and oh! such a refreshing change from the insipid and polished eldest sons of eldest sons Father insisted I meet.

Of course, I knew it was impossible – Father would no more have let me walk out with Kit than if I had asked to marry one of the toads ringing the marshy edges of our lake.

Sadly, oh so sadly, Kit never could understand how these things worked – as far as he was concerned, an honest job meant he was an honest man, and that should be good enough for anybody, even the likes of Captain de Riviera.

It was partly my fault, I confess that now – I had no way of knowing how to handle such a virile and passionate creature, and I led him on, far too far…

Poor Kit… and not to mention, poor me.

 

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this beuatiful photo for us as this week’s inspiration.

This week, my tale follows on from a flash fiction piece I wrote for VisDare, as the images seemed to work well together.

Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…