WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #67

Welcome back, fellow Warriors (and guests).

Ever since my 'incident', I have NOT been sleeping well. When you don't get enough zzzz's... cranky can't begin to describe the mood. DH had business in Toronto and took me along for a treat. We checked into the hotel around four p.m. and I fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I woke up around eleven o'clock, crawled into bed and slept through until six a.m. So much for our romantic dinner out. However, this is the first time in weeks I slept through with no pain. Hallelujah!

Ah well, we had a lovely breakfast. Don't feel too bad for hubby. He fell asleep beside me on the couch. After thirty-five years + of marriage, I guess that's acceptable.

Here is this week's offering. I admit to creative punctuation, only so I could comply with the maximum ten line rule. Last week we left off with: "No fear, Miss Bennet. I'm sure the animal is close by. It may be something as simple as an improperly closed latch and the horse has found greener pastures to graze on."
Mary assessed the Colonel carefully.
If there was an improperly closed latch, I'll eat my bonnet. Why would the Colonel set Mr. Camden on a fool's errand?
In a flash she had her answer, Colonel Fitzwilliam wanted the undivided attention of Miss Talbot. Mary was quite aware that the good Colonel had informed Lizzy, upon their first meeting at Rosings Park, that as a second son he was required to marry well. Miss Talbot with her annoying twenty thousand pounds fit the bill to perfection. The fact she was accomplished and beautiful was icing on the proverbial wedding cake.
Who would look twice at a woman of three and twenty with no substantial dowry to speak of? No one. She was practically on the shelf - unmarriageable - she may as well begin scouring the papers for positions as a companion to some woman in their dotage.
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WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #66

I am so glad this week is over, fellow writers. Thank goodness for pain killers and  muscle relaxants! Who knew you could get a charlie horse in your diaphragm. Believe me when I tell you that you DON'T want to have that happen.

Onto our next vignette. We left off with Mary joining Mr. Camden, Mr. Lucas and Miss Talbot for a game of cards. Although I don't mention this, they are playing whist, a game I've played since I was a eight.

About to start the game, Colonel Fitzwilliam appeared beside Mr. Camden, leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Startled by whatever news the Colonel had imparted, Mr. Camden stood and excused himself.
"Shall I take Mr. Camden's spot, seeing as he has been called elsewhere?"
Without waiting for an answer, the Colonel dropped into the vacated chair across from Mary.
"What has called Mr. Camden away?" Miss Talbot asked.
"It appears his horse has somehow escaped its stall - quite the mystery. He's gone to help the stable master find the beast."
"Oh dear, I do hope there are no horse thieves in the area," Mary said, wondering if she should alert her father to the possibility of a horse thief terrorizing the residents of Meryton.
"No fear, Miss Bennet, I'm sure the animal is close by. It may be something as simple as an improperly closed latch and the horse has found greener pastures to graze on."
Hmmm.... I think the mystery of where Colonel Fitzwilliam disappeared might have been solved. Will the other guests come to the same conclusion?

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Have a wonderful week. See you next time when we find out what Mary makes of all this. Until then, hug someone you love and tell them how much they mean to you. Do it. Do it now!



WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #65

I'm going to apologize right now and get the darn thing out of the way. I completely missed visiting all of you this week. Life has a way of throwing curve balls and mine is going down a twisted path. I'm sure I'll regain my equilibrium, but right now I spend a lot of time wallowing.

There, I said it. I'm wallowing. This too shall pass. It usually does.

Last post, the Colonel disappeared. Does he show up again, or is Mary left to wonder...?
"Miss Bennet, will you complete our foursome?"
She turned to face Mr. Camden, and once again a broad smile illuminated his handsome face. Idly, she wondered, did he grin like that through the night? How unsettling that would be for his future wife, to roll over and find him smiling at her in his sleep. She suppressed an involuntary shudder. That was something she had no intention of ever finding out.
Although her thoughts were less than lady-like, she presented a serene fa├žade, worthy of her sister Jane and replied, "Of course, Mr. Camden. Lead the way."
He offered her his arm and escorted her to a table whereupon they were joined by Jonathan Lucas and, or course, Miss Talbot of twenty thousand pounds. Would she never be free of the simpering miss?
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