Photo credit, (c) Janet Webb.
Overwrought with emotions, Mary took out pen and paper. Tomorrow the family of the man she was arranged to marry, as was the custom in those days, would visit.
He was a man of means, something she should desire. He was not the man of her dreams, who’d gallop in, rescuing her from this lecher who’d touched her backside like he owned her.
By candlelight, she wrote a goodbye letter, surrounded by the trappings of femininity. They’d stay behind.
She stuffed her brother’s clothes into a satchel, grabbing a blade. Her hair dropped in one swift cut. Practice pays off.~
*Exactly 100 words.
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