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.
Lily thinks our hero is actually a mechanic because he fixed the wheel of her carriage at their first meeting few nights earlier but he is in fact a man of her station, who knew her late husband very well.
“Don’t buy me another veil, they’re too expensive.”
He stopped, she’d liked the veil he knew she did, after a few steps she stopped as well. Then she walked back and laid her hand in its butter soft glove against his cheek.
“Well I don’t expect you make much as a mechanic, don’t waste it on expensive lace for me. There is nothing here, nothing between us you can rely on.” She looked sincerely into his eyes as she spoke.
Her words rubbed-out what they’d just experienced as nothing; that pricked, there was no denying that. But this was just the start, he had the advantage of knowing the wounds he would find. And more importantly, he had found a weakness, passion.
© Elsa Holland
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