More of my writing…
If you want to catch up, you can read the Prologue of my Golden Pen submission over HERE.
This is the next piece — the first chapter.
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Chapter One
London, 1816
The narrow skirts of her second-hand dress didn’t allow Anne Barrett to match her uncle’s great ground-eating strides. Forced to take several short steps for each of his, she felt more dwarfed than usual by his massive bulk as they made their way into Mayfair.
And her hair itched. She didn’t like having it piled and pinned on top of her head. But the bonnet was a blessing; it kept her hidden from prying eyes, and—if she concentrated on the ground at her feet—no one need see her face at all.
Except Tip, of course. Every few yards, his furry, dark face lifted up to her questioningly. She’d smile back to comfort him, the lead she’d been forced to hang around his neck slapped idly against his side as he trotted along at her knee.
If only Uncle Ned could be reassured so easily.
