Jillian Chantal

This week’s word prompt for the writers of Tuesday Tales is gray.  This is from my Regency novel.

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Memory returned. She’d been taken by Charles Lockwood and was being held by a blind woman. A blind woman who poisoned me.

Rubbing her arms to try to return some feeling to them, she closed her eyes. They didn’t want to stay open. What did she give me?

She pressed down on her legs in an attempt to make the blood flow better. Her hands moved from her thighs to her calves a few times.

When her legs seemed more normal, she worked on getting them off the bed with her feet on the floor.

Sitting up was difficult. She held on to the coverlet with clenched fists. How will I get out of here if I can barely move or keep my eyes open?

Honora struggled to stand. Wobbly and unsure of herself, she staggered over to the ewer and basin, almost falling a couple of times.

When she made it, she picked up the ewer and took a big gulp of some of the liquid from the side, hoping it would serve to help wake her.

Once she slaked the terrible thirst, she dumped the entire remaining contents over her head. That should help.

Shaking her head to throw off some of the liquid, she felt slightly better.

Making her way to the window slowly, she was dismayed to find the gray sky getting brighter. So much for my intentions to be well away from here before daybreak.