Somewhere; courtyard dressed in shadows of the gloomy skies reeking from the marshes; the young orphan glances through gauzy curtains for just a fleeting glimpse of a dove-blue silken frock.
Finally free from being brought up ‘by hand’ he yearns to light the moldy candles; see them sparkle in her eyes; silencing the swirling specks of dreamy dust.
“A game of cards, Pip” – the old woman’s voice fills his chest with great expectations and dread as he hears the crazy door opening behind him.
Estella, graceful as usual, throws a contemptuous glance at his workman’s boots.
“Yes, Miss Havisham”
The picture prompt brought my mind to the dining room of Miss Havisham of Great Expectations (not at all that it seems untidy). I tried to work with my punctuation and language to bring some of Dickens’ language to life again. Maybe this is just an exercise rather than true fiction, but I hope you still enjoy it. Primarily that the characters are brought to life OK, even if you haven’t read the book.
Friday Fictioneers is a blog-community in the faithful hands of Rochelle Wissoff-Fields. The challenge is easy enough. 100 words, the same picture, and read a lot of good stories.
January 14, 2014