Lady Devonshire was not to be dissuaded, ‘I hear he will be worth a fortune when he inherits.’

‘Mama, don’t be so vulgar,’ Bethany admonished.

Lady Worthington leaned forward and patted Bethany’s knee. ‘There are worse things than to marry for money, such as being a spinster with none.’

Bethany sat in brooding silence. She would be damned if she married the boorish Stapleton, fortune or not.

Across the lawn, she watched Thomas digging the flowerbed. Her mind wandered back to that warm evening two nights ago.

‘Are you feeling alright, dear. You look a little flustered,’ her mother remarked.

Copyright Fatima Fakier Deria

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

142 responses to “MORNING TEA”

  1. Bethany is going to have to develop more of a poker face. I’d love to see how she fares against her mother’s determination. Also, why is Lady Devonshire so anti poor spinsters? There’a a lot to be said for not having anyone else living in your space.

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      • Yep, that comes across too. She will be devastated when Bethany eventually runs off with the gardener – he won’t ever have a name, or one that Lady Devonshire utters.

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  2. Great story – you capture the tone and the mood of the young lady perfectly. Gardeners are so well situated for posh young ladies’ admiration, especially on hot days when they are required to take their shirts off !

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