Jillian Chantal

It’s picture prompt week for the Tuesday Tales authors. I chose the window picture.  We are limited to 300 words this week. I’m still in my Regency set story.

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Honora could tell better now the height of the drop out the window. It wasn’t quite as high as she thought when she looked down in the dark before she passed out from whatever was in the poultice. She shook her head again, unsure if it appeared closer because her vision was still somewhat blurry or if it truly wasn’t as far.

It’s now or never. That old woman will be finding her way up here soon. I’m sure of it. She probably has an idea how long I’d be asleep by the amount of poison in the poultice.

Relieved she hadn’t placed the stinky thing on her chest as instructed since she might even be dead by now, Honora made her decision. She was going out the window. Even if she broke something, she had to try. Sitting here waiting for her fate wasn’t something she relished.

She hefted the lower edge of the pane. It was painted onto the sill.

Glancing around for an item she could use as a weapon she found a letter opener on the one table in the room. In her search for something that could work better, she shoved all the papers to the floor. A few letters tied in ribbon landed at her feet.

Squinting at them as she couldn’t bend over due to dizziness, she thought they were addressed to Charles Lockwood.

Honora knelt down to get them and fell on her rear. Suppressing her laughter at her involuntary drunkenness, she shoved the packet in the bosom of her gown. They might come in handy at some point in time.