The Charade – Part 2

I have continued the short story, I still have no idea where it’s going but I will add to it from time to time and hopefully we might have a bit of storytelling going on. If you would like to add to it or give the next part some direction, please feel free. I just thought we could have some fun with it. So what happens next?

The Charade – Part 2

She returned to her room after the party and carefully took off her beautiful dress, her boss would want that back tomorrow, she gently hung it over a grubby chair in the corner of the room then threw herself on to the bed, she was smiling to herself, in her hand she still held the elegant calling card of Mr Carl Ward. A real gentleman had been interested enough in her to personally hand this to her. Her mind drifted back to how her life had started. She had started out as a child begging on the street, neither of her parents had wanted her and she had been taken in by the church. Her upbringing had started out stern and even cruel at times, the nuns were strict and they would beat her if she didn’t follow their instructions to the letter. At the age of seven she had run away from them, no one followed her or tried to find her, they didn’t care. All they knew was that she wasn’t their problem anymore. She had learnt a little of how to read and write which turned out to be blessing, that much she would thank them for.

Turning the card over between her fingers she felt the quality and the embossed letters slightly raised from the paper, she thought it was probably the prettiest thing she had ever been given without having to ask. She rolled over onto her back holding the card up, what would Mr Carl Ward be doing now? She hoped he would be thinking of her and hoping she would contact him, maybe in the same way she was now thinking of him. Although she doubted it, he was probably used to women and their ways and was just carrying on his evening somewhere away from the party and maybe he would have forgotten about her already. She felt a twinge of sadness but even that couldn’t take the smile from her face. For the first time in her young life she felt like a real woman.




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