.....‘Dam trade, thinking money buys them me family name…asking where I got me furniture,’ said Lord Charles growing red faced.
.....Felicity smiled and calmly said, ‘Daddy, we need to save the estate and if that means marrying folk too common to know puddings from dessert, it’s my sacrifice.’
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.