A little ditty that might be pretty from my alias Kennedy J. Quinn…
Ironically, I got so caught up in writing this story in response to the Story Board Challenge on FB page, Steampunk Writers Library that I literally lost track of time and left my husband waiting at the bus stop for a ride! So unlike me to do such a thing…He’s forgiven me — for the most part. 🙂 I hope you like the story:
Calla lilies. He thought of the vase on Miss Pennington’s mother’s mantle and the way the enchanting young woman’s equally elegant figure fastened him to this embroidered silk seat in discomfort – waiting. Each minute from noon to one of the clock ticked with a torturous stretching of time. The luncheon was set. He’d spent a fortune for the finest setting in the city. With her puffed sleeves and daring airs, she’d played him for a fool.
“Garson, keep my table.”
“Certainement, Monsieur Worthington.”
The gentleman was…
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