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”
Laura Michaela Banse, Author 
Hi Laura, I’m so sorry for your loss. My dad was the first person I lost that I was really close to. It destroyed my world for over a year, learning how to cope with his absence. All I can tell you is that time truly does help.
Your word choice sets a wonderful tone for this story. It felt proper.
And that’s a nice little hook at the end.
I’m one of the moderators here at wewriwa. You haven’t been here recently, so may not be aware that we’ve changed the way we moderate.To streamline the process for our mods, we now delete the sign up links for posts that go over 10 sentences. But since you’re still very new, and haven’t been here for a time, I thought that perhaps you’d missed that change. So I’m not deleting your link this week. Please keep the new policy in mind though, while writing future posts.
We love reading the snippets of so many good writers–and I personally despise having to delete a link. We’re glad to have you as part of our group. 🙂 See you next Sunday.
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I thought I counted only ten sentences. I didn’t double check though.
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Oh. I figured it out. I counted the dialogue as all one line, lol. This is what I get for scheduling a post in the middle of the night when I’m tired.
Next week, 8 lines only! They will be from my Little Red Riding Hood retelling, of course.
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A butler named Reckless? Awesome! There are so many details I enjoyed in this snippet, right down to the lemon tart. Very fun snippet.
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How can you not love the name? I love him already. Big plans ahead for the brute. Excited!
Thank you for stopping by! I’m getting ready to start visiting too.
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I love snooty butlers, and this one looks like a perfect specimen. 😍
So sorry about your dad. Hope you and your family are doing all right.
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Thank you so much for your kind thoughts!
He is a great big hulking brute of a man, with the heart of a poet, the mind of a scholar, and the connections of an assassin. He is the perfect companion for my lovely Estelle. She unfortunately, despite being the actual protagonist of this series, is not revealing herself quite so easily.
All in due time!
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Oh wow. I think I’m in love!
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Very sorry to hear about the loss of your father…the snippet was excellent, most intriguing.
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Welcome back Laura, and you have my condolences for the loss of your dad. When I lost my dad, I did a lot of writing, most of it humorous. Not just slightly funny, but slapstick. Very weird, but I guess that was a way of helping me cope..
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I thought I would be able to write through this, but the truth is, I cannot. Every word is a struggle, and each day is a fight to give up.
It’s only been a month, though.
Thank you for stopping by, and the kind words!
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Things do get better (or at least less acute) with time. You have my deepest sympathy.
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Thank you!
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