Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation.
Since it seems that our Regency spy romance is much more popular than our science fiction, this post introduces the sequel to The Art of Deception. Amanda’s reading was interrupted by a summons to attend on her mother. Amanda’s mother made it clear that she must attend the assembly. After a short carriage journey, it only being six or so miles between Coalpit Heath and Chipping Sodbury, they have arrived. Mr Jameson just asked Amanda to dance, despite her interest in a mathematics problem. The set over, Amanda wants to return to her usual pursuits when her mother stops her. Amanda has just said a biting remark about the mysterious Mr Jameson.
“That is unkind of you.”
Amanda blinked, and watched the figures on the floor; then she replied, “Yes … You’re right; I shouldn’t have said that Louisa – I don’t know why I’m in such a way.”
Louisa frowned, “It’s all those books … you used to be so sweet.”
“Was I? I apologize Louisa; my mother took the book I was reading … it was a present from Freddy.”
Louisa brightened at the name, “Freddy; how is he?”
“Well, I suppose; he hasn’t been sent down from Oxford … yet.”
“He won’t be … I hope,” Louisa blushed.
Amanda sighed, “He didn’t mention any females in his last letter.” How could he … Mother reads them first.
My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.
Amanda’s mother reading her letters is nothing out of the ordinary – the same thing happens to the heroines in Jane Austen’s books (the end of Northanger Abbey excepted).
Not much history this time. I’ve had a bit of a family emergency which is settling into a more routine situation.
I’ve put up a couple of things on instafreebie. The first is a short story, To Court a Dragon.