This story is being told in “drabbles”, which are short stories of exactly 100 words. I’m doing this differently, in which each of my chapters is exactly 100 words. It’s a writing challenge just for fun. Each chapter might sound vague, but this is only an outline. I welcome your input, suggestions, critiques, etc. Someday I might turn it into a novel.
Three girls huddled together in a most unladylike fashion as the other boarding school students rushed past out the door.
“Promise me we will always be friends,” Constance whimpered.
“Of course we will,” Violet snapped.
“We are soul mates, destined to have found one another in our time of need,” Grace said.
“Ever the writer.” Violet murmured.
“What do you expect from the daughter of a publisher.”
“Better that than a gentleman farmer. I’m little more than a brood mare to him.”
“Has he found you a husband?” Grace asked.
“But The Season is still upon us,” Constance reminded.