Chapter 18
By Dewin Nefol & S C Richmond
The carriage picked her up as Mr James had said it would, she felt nervous but knew she couldn’t let Mr James down and once she met Mr Peasbody she hoped she would remember him and she would be able to relax. The journey to York took a long time and the journey wasn’t very comfortable but finally the carriage pulled up in front of a very grand building on a fairly quiet road she couldn’t see much of her surroundings as night had drawn in. The driver unloaded her case and pointed to the door. In that moment she felt small almost like an orphan standing before the large front door. She was shown in but a maid and taken to her room, Mr Peasbody wasn’t there but they were expecting her. She was exhausted after her journey, the bed called to her and she fell asleep almost instantly.
She awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, she was also confused not really understanding which way she should turn, she was in a strange house and didn’t know her host yet or what was expected of her. She grabbed her coat and slipped out of the room and out through the front door, she didn’t encounter anyone on her way through the house. Even at this early morning hour the city is alive with the pulse of a different beat to that resounding in her heart. She feels alienated in a strange place, alone and a little uncertain but yet a part of something far larger and far more expectant of her than she is of herself: expectant in ways both great and small. She walks along the unknown streets taking in everything around her, new sights and smells. Turning into a small street she saw a sign that read ‘Astrological Society’ and below it ‘Open’ and even at this early hour the door stood ajar. Whilst deliberating on the doorstep trying to decide if she should enter the building she hears the sound of footsteps come running up behind her. Turning quickly she is startled to see a small girl run past her and disappear in through the open door. She remains rooted on the spot surprised by the small girl’s sudden appearance and even quicker disappearance when suddenly there’s a scream from inside the building…
Hey Steph, Namaste 🙂
As ever, I’m a little behind with your unfolding story – the plot of which continues to enthral with it riddle and sparkling neck-wear. I’m heading onwards with the reading…
I see you’ve incorporated my suggestions and worked the story nicely around those! 🙂 Thank you, that’s most generous of you to use my scrawl within your enticing story. I wonder if she follows the little girl? 🙂 Best go and see…
Hoping all is well. Have a wonderful weekend.
Namaste 🙂
DN
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Your scrawl is always amazing so thank you for adding another dimension.
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Hey Steph, Namaste 🙂
That’s very generous of you to say so, thank you. I’m not not sure of what dimension that might be, but I am grateful for its inclusion in the unfolding drama.
Hoping all is well and Sunday sharing its lazy haze with you.
Take care. Namaste 🙂
DN
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