Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to a picture prompt. I am still working on my regency era story.

These prompts are limited to 300 words each so they are quick reads. Check them out here.

She finally made it home via the circuitous route she adopted once she was able to remove herself from John’s presence.

Glancing around at the area surrounding her and seeing no one, she made her way to the front door of the rooming house where she resided. She opened the door and entered.

Her landlady was passing by the foyer with a load of ratty old white towels in her hands. “You’re later today than normal. Everything all right this morning?”

“I had a little spot of bother with a customer.”

“I hope he didn’t follow you home. We don’t need that kind of behavior here. As I told you when you moved in, no gentleman callers allowed.”

“You need not worry. I have no interest in that man.”

“Good.” The landlady looked her over. “There’s some bread and small ale on the table if you fancy a bite before you go up to sleep.”

Jane had not realized she was hungry until the landlady made her the offer. Her stomach rumbled as if in response to the question. “Why, yes, I think I would like that. Thank you.”

The landlady nodded and went on about her business. Jane made her way down the dim hallway to the kitchen at the back of the house.

The bread looked divine and Jane cut a hunk of it off one end and sat back to enjoy the bliss of having something hearty in her belly. She closed her eyes at the first bite and thought again about the man she loved. The man she knew would never marry her, but she could not get out of her heart.