The Other Sister, Part 12
Title: Peripheral Vision
Edith/Various
Rated: T
(300) word ficlet, part 12 in the Other Sister series
Edith’s writing journal lay open, but blank. Behind her, Harriet was busy transcribing the pages she’d written in London. Her typist’s efficiency was such that she should make more of an effort to write something today, but all she’d managed thus far was to stare out the window.
There was a lovely view. It was why she’d chosen this bedroom to be her writing room.
Out the left side there was a line of estate cottages, separated by well-maintained hedges. So many ideas popped into her head when watching the bustling local workers and their wives.
Past the cottages were the greenest fields, dotted with a few cows and horses, and many more sheep.
Closer to the house was a patch of green where Sybbie often played with her nanny, Maisie. During these times, Sybbie would often smile and wave to her stepmother through the window. As distracting as this was, Edith wouldn’t have it any other way.
To the right was the courtyard where visitors parked their autos, thus ensuring Edith was always forewarned of any unexpected or uninvited guests.
If she bent her head, there were glimpses of the barn and the servants’ quarters, which both lay just beyond the garage.
There was one thing she could not see from her window: the Abbey. It was only visible from the other side of the house. This reminded her she was no longer part of that world; if she ever had been.
As Sir Anthony’s wife, she may have managed to be part of the establishment. It was why she had pursued him so eagerly in the first place. But had she later fallen in love with the man, or merely the idea of marrying him?
She would not let herself go to him until she knew the answer.
Edith/Various
Rated: T
(300) word ficlet, part 12 in the Other Sister series
Edith’s writing journal lay open, but blank. Behind her, Harriet was busy transcribing the pages she’d written in London. Her typist’s efficiency was such that she should make more of an effort to write something today, but all she’d managed thus far was to stare out the window.
There was a lovely view. It was why she’d chosen this bedroom to be her writing room.
Out the left side there was a line of estate cottages, separated by well-maintained hedges. So many ideas popped into her head when watching the bustling local workers and their wives.
Past the cottages were the greenest fields, dotted with a few cows and horses, and many more sheep.
Closer to the house was a patch of green where Sybbie often played with her nanny, Maisie. During these times, Sybbie would often smile and wave to her stepmother through the window. As distracting as this was, Edith wouldn’t have it any other way.
To the right was the courtyard where visitors parked their autos, thus ensuring Edith was always forewarned of any unexpected or uninvited guests.
If she bent her head, there were glimpses of the barn and the servants’ quarters, which both lay just beyond the garage.
There was one thing she could not see from her window: the Abbey. It was only visible from the other side of the house. This reminded her she was no longer part of that world; if she ever had been.
As Sir Anthony’s wife, she may have managed to be part of the establishment. It was why she had pursued him so eagerly in the first place. But had she later fallen in love with the man, or merely the idea of marrying him?
She would not let herself go to him until she knew the answer.