The Weekend Writing Warriors share either 8 sentences over the weekend. Here are mine from the start of a historical novella set in Victorian London called Lily & the Mechanic.
In the last few snippets, Lily entered the Bond Street Bookshop and entered the illicit sexshop underneath.
A small cough cleared her throat, her limbs felt too long and awkward in the space.
“French letters,” it was a whisper of discretion that found its echo in a young clear voice.
“A Sheath is it ma’am, why we have a good selection for your consideration.” The attendant’s right hand motioned in the direction of a tall and exceedingly broad man further down the counter; he was going through a box which had a dirty and partially torn card with the words ‘Sheaths ten pence’ incongruously written in neat letters.
“I’ll take them all.”
The attendant didn’t show the slightest hesitation as she turned, took the three steps to the end of the counter and extricated the box from the man. Under-the-breath words became louder until she enunciated clearly in their small shared space.
“You will have to negotiate that with madam over there, these are all sold.”
© Elsa Holland
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