Daily Archives: 6, September 2015

#8Sunday Number the Two

I am so sorry. It’s been forever since I was able to participate. I actually feel really bad. No, not really because I was dealing with the death of my father after all. So… I would like to introduce you to the first 8 lines of a new project that will be featured at Channillo.com soon. This is the only bit you’ll get to read here, by the way.

More lovely participants can be found at http://www.wewriwa.com, by the way. Check them out!

“A Miss Fleming to see you, my lady. She sends this card, and begs your pardon for the intrusion.” Reckless presented a lone card on the salver.

“Fleming, you say? Is that not the newest opera sensation over at Kings Theatre?” She studied the card.

“Yes, my lady.” The butler sniffed disapprovingly. “She waits in the hall for your answer. Shall I escort her out?”

“Don’t be such a scold, Recks,” she said. “It simply isn’t becoming in one as distinguished as yourself.”

The only response she received was an almost imperceptible stiffening of the spine, and a subtle pull at the arms of his very exact uniform jacket. Estelle’s butler, she had long since realized, was perhaps more insistent upon his appearance than Mr. Beau Brummel.

Estelle sipped her chocolate, popping another lemon tart into her mouth as she read the short note once again. It could not be denied – the words contained an air of urgency she could hardly ignore. “I suppose I must see the girl”