BARS
I was barely out of the schoolroom
when Mama said I must marry Henry. “He is Sir William’s sole heir, and you will
one day be mistress of the entire estate.”
Henry was pompous, with fat red lips
and damp hands, but Papa had lost everything in the crash and it was our only
way out of penury.
The house resembled a wedding cake
with its white pillars and delicate tracery, but the railings that surrounded
the estate loomed like cell bars.
My choice was stark – accept life in
a gilded cage or consign us all to a paupers’ prison.
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The photographic prompt for this week's story is by J Hardy Carrol, and posted on Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ for Friday Fictioneers. I am a tad later than usual this week - today is my birthday and I've been busy celebrating!
Poor girl.
ReplyDeleteWhat choice would you make?
DeleteWhat a choice. I like the way this is only the start of her story. What will she decide to do? Well done.
ReplyDeletePerhaps I have a Georgette Heyer book to write!
DeleteYuck, I wouldn't want to marry Henry either. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThe red fleshy lips are an instant turn-off, aren't they?
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteEither way, she's trapped. Well written.
Happy Birthday,
Rochelle
It's a lose-lose situation she's in, and selfish of her parents to make it inevitable.
DeleteToo often was the option for some girls...
ReplyDeleteI believe thousands of women, even now, only find love when their children are born.
DeletePoor girl - well written. Belated happy birthday :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Dahlia.
DeleteSome decisions are difficult to make, when we have our families to consider. Call me selfish (and, perhaps, not to attached to wealth), but if I were her, I would run until those gates were nothing but a bad memory.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I hope you had a fantastic birthday, my Aries sister!
DeleteI would run too, I think - It depends on how much one loves one's parents, I suppose!
DeleteAnd thank you, yes, I had a lovely birthday, followed two days later by UK Mothers' Day, so I have been spoiled. Photos on my FB page!
Love the comparisons to a wedding cake and bars. Well-told. Poor girl!
ReplyDeleteThank you for noticing the wedding cake, Emily!
DeleteI think there is not really a choice... as every prisoner has been taught through history.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Bjorn - although the wedding vows give one the illusion of choice, what else can she do?
DeleteI guess in the past girls really didn't have much of a choice. Running and leaving the family in dire straights would make her feel guilty all her life. Great story, Liz. Maybe the heroine can find something in common with Henry, or slowly work on him. The fleshy lips aren't his fault. As long as he isn't cruel...
ReplyDeleteWell done, Ga, for looking for the positive in her dilemma.
DeletePerhaps she will grow to love him.
ReplyDeleteAlways the romantic!
DeleteThanks Sandra!
ReplyDeleteOh goodness, I wonder what she chose. Great story, Liz.
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thanks Susan - did she really have a choice?
Delete"Fat lips and damp hands" yeeeuck!!! :) :) :)
ReplyDeleteNice one, liz.
marion
Exactly!
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