My Mondays Finish the Story challenge!
She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge. The fear of the known preyed upon her, gnawing painfully at her existence.
Clutching the silver coins close to her heart, she felt a sense of serenity, or did she?
It will bring you luck.
If only she hadn’t eavesdropped when frail Lady Bertram had handed them over to the Master on her deathbed. If only she hadn’t betrayed her conscience, slipping them slyly under the breakfast tray, when the Master had turned his back.
Luck? When she was asked to leave by the new Lady Bertram?
Luck? When her pleadings with the landlord only served to embarrass her?
Clutching the sparkling silver even more rigidly, she forced herself to believe in utopia or the next best thing.
But Lady Bertram had said so and My Lady was always wise, that she was.