This is the ninth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part
of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to
find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
9. Journey
The journey he’d taken to Hertfordshire was already proving a
good idea, he thought, as he slowed to the unexpected tableau by the street-edge.
One lovely little face and a weathered one met his as he hopped
off his phaeton. After embarrassed greetings from the stranded, he knelt to the
wheel’s level. “This is split through to the axle. I’d not recommend trying to
push it out, Langston, unless you wish for it to collapse sideways.”
Before Langston had
replied, he called the man’s driver over. “You! Run over to Fredericks’… yes, he
can help … tell him it’s for me.”
Does anyone want to know our hero's name? Perhaps I'll reveal it in the next entry.
I'm interested! I love your knowledge of the period your writing about...I'm learning something with each post!
ReplyDeleteVery embarrassed, that should *you're* obviously not your!
DeleteYay!!! A chance meeting reunites our main characters!!
ReplyDeleteYes, we DEMAND to know his hame!!! :)
*hangs head in shame* Of course, I meant NAME! Got so excited I typoed!!
ReplyDeleteI'll be sure to divulge that detail soon! Funny, both of you typoed on this entry . . . hope it was the excitement!
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