Something I’ve been working on

Okay I haven’t done much writing recently, a little poetry now and then, work has been getting in the way. But, I was rooting around in some of my old work and decided to start playing with this peice. It was inspired by a print called Winter Rose I saw. My brain went ‘hmm, I wander where she’s going with her dog?’ And then I started to write…….

A regency fairy-tale 1

‘Eleanor, my dear, where are you walking to in such dreadful weather?’

The sharp voice interrupted Eleanor’s reverie, ‘Oh not her’, she thought as

she recognised the woman hailing her from the carriage. Lady Elizabeth

Whitwood, the local gossip and arbiter of good taste.

‘Alfie must have his exercise, Lady Whitwood. The snow is barely an inch

thick on the road, I’ll take no harm from that.’

Hopefully if her answers were succinct enough the impertinent woman

would go on quickly and allow her to get on with her task without much

delay.

‘Oh but surely your servants can do that. I never allow Louisa to exercise

Hermione, Brookes always exercises our hounds. I’m certain your mother

would not have approved.’

‘Our men are busy preparing the Hall for tonight’s festivities.’

‘Well, if you need to borrow one or two I’d be only to pleased to lend you any

I have spare.’

‘No, thank you, Lady Whitwood, we can manage.’

‘Go away tedious women’, thought Eleanor, ‘They’ll be waiting for me now.’

‘Well if you’re sure, I’ll see you this evening. Don’t catch cold dear, it

wouldn’t do for the hostess to be coughing and wheezing all over her guests.’

‘Yes, Lady Elizabeth, I’ll see you this evening.’

Relief washed over Eleanor as Lady Elizabeth’s carriage drove on.

‘Hurry, Alfie,’ she told her Collie dog, ‘we have places to be.’

The young woman hurried along the lane until she came to a gap in the

hawthorn hedge that bordered the road. After checking the road was

deserted she ducked under the elder tree that guarded the entrance to

Elfhome.

That’s all I’ve got so far, I’m not sure what will be happening next. I think the dog might not necessarily be a dog…..