Jillian Chantal

This week on Tuesday Tales, instead of a word prompt, there is a a picture prompt and since it didn’t fit into my story from 1937 Europe, I wasn’t able to come up with a scene that would work. Here’s the lovely picture:

Here’s the link if you want to pop over and see what everyone else did with it.

The word of the week is Smooth. Check out the other stories here.

Fiona pulled her hair up in a twist securing it with a crystal barrette. She sighed a little as she compared her fake accessories with the real diamond ones the other ladies in the first class coaches were going to be draped in at dinner. She made a face at herself in the mirror and shrugged. She mimicked her mother’s voice, “Don’t be getting above your station, luvvie. It’ll lead to heartache.”

With one last look at the mirror, Fiona smoothed an errant piece of hair down and picking up her shawl and key, walked out of her compartment and straight into Win himself.

This week’s word is Bargain. Sadly, I’m not writing much these days but these prompts are making me be a little productive. I have next week’s done too but it’s on the same page in the book as this one. I’m not sure if I’m going to continue the story. Read the other entries here.

Fiona sat beside the window lost in thought until time to dress for dinner. She wasn’t sure exactly what to think about Cordelia and her adventure. She sure was brave for someone Fiona thought of as spoiled and overprotected. To survive that push off the train and still want to come back onboard knowing that the very person who tossed her off would still be around and maybe try again. Or try something much worse. Fiona couldn’t decide if the woman was crazy or not. She was pretty sure that she herself would’ve taken the first transport back home.

As Fiona slipped on her second new dinner gown, she thought about all that had transpired since she boarded the train in Paris. This trip she won was certainly turning into much more than she bargained for. A murder, a friend being tossed off the train and into the countryside, that scary man, Johnny Rozzelle who she was sure was a member of the mafia and then there was Win. Handsome Winchester Barrington, IV. Fiona let out a sigh as she slid the gown over her hips. He was really quite spectacular even though she knew he was out of her reach.