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Today's writing prompt (which was prompted by gazing out the window at the rainy-blustery-cold November day I'm enjoying here):
Lucy Clarissa Arabella Hawkins eyes wandered to the net curtains that partially obscured the view from her semi-basement bedsitter...
Lucy Clarissa Arabella Hawkins eyes wandered to the net curtains that partially obscured the view from her semi-basement bedsitter...and wondered if she had enough of great-grandmother's velvet cloak to construct proper window treatments. Getting them made without the use of a sewing machine (it had been impossible to carry on her back when Cousin Francis had thrown her, Pudge and Churchill out of their home in the dead of winter) would be problematic but since she had been able to salvage mother's papier mache work table and embroidery bag (worth,if Cousin Francis had but known it, a small fortune) it ought to only take a few hours after work, here and there, for the better part of a month.
ReplyDeleteLucy Clarissa Arabella Hawkins eyes wandered to the net curtains that partially obscured the view from her semi-basement bedsitter. It has been an hour since her younger, prettier, and slimmer sister Valerie said she would be home. Lucy's growing concern turned into relief then concern again as a dark grey Bentley pulled up to the kerb with Valerie in it. Lucy immediately got up from the shabby but beautiful Queen Anne chair left over from the Hawkins estate which had to be sold to pay the debts left behind by her indulgent father and her extravagant mother, who had both died in a car crash a year ago. She had the door open as the driver, a very tall and large man, no longer young, gently supported Valerie by the arm as she gayly looked up at him with her tinkling laughter.
ReplyDelete"Lucy dear, this is Doctor Jake van Boozeld whom I met on Bond Street when I accidentally fell next to his car at the traffic light. But I'm fine. Tee hee!"
Lucy looked into the doctor's grey eyes and a funny feeling came over her, as if she's met him before and will probably marry him in 139 pages after a row with not only Valerie but an old girlfriend and a elderly jealous Dutch aunt, the latter who, along with Jake, was totally won over by Lucy's heart of gold, never mind her plainness and lack of witticism.
Betty Lulu: Nicely played! I detect the undead shades of several books from the canon (I especially like your final paragraph: "...will probably marry him in 139 pages...etc...").
ReplyDeleteI'm currently re-re-re...reading Winter Wedding - wherein the evil younger, prettier sister pulls the fake fall in front of a car trick.