I’m participating in the Weekend Writing Warrior, a weekly blog event during which writers share 8 sentences of one of their projects. You should check out the others right here: http://www.wewriwa.com/. I share this post with the Snippet Sunday Facebook group, which you can find here.
Last week, Tatiana stumbled on her way to the port and decided to take off her high-heeled shoes and stockings.
Behind a nearby window, a woman’s jaw dropped, her eyes rounded by horror.
I smiled, curtsied and hurried toward the port, hoping the gossips would take a few days to reach Father’s ears. My brother Damian and I couldn’t afford to get caught on our way out of London as we wouldn’t get another chance. Yesterday’s surprise invitation to Aunt Pearl’s estate in Leeds coincided with a business deal too important for Father to accompany us. We had a day —maybe two— before Aunt Pearl and Father telegraphed each other and discovered our ploy.
A coach stopped by my side and a voice hailed me over the cough of the steam engine. From the sound of it, the screws were a bit loose and the chimney needed sweeping. The driver didn’t fare better, if the patchwork he wore like a jacket was any indication.
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