The options that lay before Kitty were two; marry Sir Goodenough or engage herself in the employ of the Lady Connelly. Two most undesirable options as she could ever have imagined her life to present itself with. On the one hand, Sir Goodenough was nothing more than his name suggested. Gray and thrice her senior his only pleasures in life were his three hunting bitches which never seemed to cease from giving him little pleasures that he must relate to all who were generous enough to listen. He was prosperous though, and were Kitty not to be sickened by boredom into an early grave, she would surely be comfortably situated for the rest of her life if she were to accept his offer. Yet imagining her future settled at Goodenough Lodge gave such a rush of palpitations in her chest that Kitty couldn’t bear dwell on the prospect much longer.
The alternative was even worse however, for while she would be mistress of her own house should she become Lady Goodenough, what had she to hope for in the station of governess for Lady Connelly’s three daughters? At the Conellys she would be overlooked by the family and classed as mere help, while deemed too high and snobbish by the servants. Kitty would be as lonely and friendless as at the prospect of marrying the knighted grandfather.
As she dwelt on her unhappy future a servant came in, a frown set upon her features, evidently affronted at being forced to be civil to the temporary house guest. The servant bowed – if the stiff ducking at the knees could be considered as such – and trusted a missive in Kitty’s hand. The servant hurried away before catching the changed countenance that the contents of the letter presented to their reader.
Kitty beamed exalted. She did not exhaust all her options after all. Her manuscript had been accepted. Catherine Stonebridge was now a writer and the command of her future had suddenly become her own.
Every time I see the prompts offered by Trifecta on Mondays, my mind instantly draws a blank. It turns into a deep black hole where no ideas venture and I ascertain myself that it will be this week were I shall be defeated and fail to come up with a story. Eventually though (so far at least) after much thought an idea does come. And so this week I again present to your critique this snippet from my imagination and I sincerely hope that you enjoy it. The challenge was to create a story using the word EXHAUST: to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely / to try out the whole number of <exhausted all the possibilities>