Gunfire: The Residue
The coach receded into the night. Heartbeat slowing from its frantic pace, I suddenly felt the weariness of the day settle onto my shoulders at last. I had been granted a reprieve at Master Lorenz's knock, and no more.
It's a silly dream, I told myself firmly. Nothing more.
I quietly closed the door with a click.
I need to stop this foolishness, I continued. It will only hurt me.
The drawing room needed clearing, of course, and the cook would need me to visit the market tomorrow. I suspected we were out of carrots.
"Grace? Could you go to the Unterbrückemarkt tomorrow? Karl will have carrots for us!"
"Yes, of course, Charles!"
I took a deep breath, to steady my nerves, and smoothed down the front of my apron. There were still -
I reached into the front pocket of the apron, and extracted... a handkerchief. Finely woven, in a blue very close to black. Bordered in silver, with a fleur-de-lis in the centre.
In careful embroidering, "Ilse-Lorenz aul Janse-Lomberg".
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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I hate leaving things unresolved. I apologise, dear readers, and we return to regularly scheduled programming very shortly.
- #255 Posted 7 years ago
Awwww! The poor girl
- #261 Posted 7 years ago
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