Good evening, and may I introduce you to my beautiful assistant... your computer. Oh, wait, you've probably already met. Oh well, back to the fiction, which I hope will be better...
Okay, actually, change of plans. I was going to continue with the spur of the moment stuff, but instead I'll copy in a bit of a story I'm working on at the moment in the hope that when I get to the end of what I've written, I'll be motivated to kick up the pace to get it finished for you. So here's the first little snippet, I hope you enjoy it:
Seven Years Bad Luck
She walked across the clean, wooden floor, stepping two passing prints into the white sheep’s wool rug, and sat down on the stool at her nightstand. Her nightdress was thin to counter the summer’s heat, and she took pleasure in brushing her fair hair with the window open just enough to stir a breeze. Scanning the lacy top of the stand, her eyes wondered over all the small, treasured possessions she’d been given over the years. As always, her gaze lingered on the tiny chip cutting into the side of her crystal ‘Sophia’ – the last present she had received from her mother’s mother.
Her brushing started up again as she rose back from childhood to stare once more at her reflection. Then, finally satisfied with the result, she picked up her ornate silver hand mirror, courtesy of an ex-boyfriend with whom she was still on good terms, and imagined herself to be the princess of a mystical land full of intrigue and handsome princes all perfectly willing to bow to her every whim. One would be massaging her head, another giving her a pedicure, a third feeding her grapes… a foot rub… a steaming hot bath… She could feel herself beginning to crave a spa visit, but as she moved to replace the mirror, the handle clipped the surface of her nightstand and fell to the floor. There was a moment or two in which she cursed her own clumsiness, but she did not have time to react until the top of the curve impacted the wood and she heard
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