Grace – Chapter 1 (or Prologue?)

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.

“Unfortunately.”

“But The Season is still upon us,” Constance reminded.

That Story Prompt Has Sparked Something

That story prompt sparked an idea in me. I have always loved wallflowers and bluestockings and young women who fight against their forced gender roles. Gabriella has become Grace (my daughter liked the name better) and she and her friends are wallflowers who will do all in their power to help each other attain their heart’s desire.

I recently learned about drabbles, short stories that consist of exactly 100 words. Since I love writing flash fiction it sounded perfect for me! I am going to write the entire story out in drabble size chapters. If I get enough feedback I hope to embellish it and turn it into a series.

Story Prompt: Less Than a Second

I was given a story prompt in a recent RWA thread and decided to go for it.
Story prompt: It was less than a second, but it changed everything. 
I had finally done it. I had gotten my heart’s desire to notice me. I had been swooning over Charles Lancaster for years, spying on him across the room from my regular position at the wall. Other girls would pass by and giggle at those of us who congregated there.
Some were even cruel enough to offer their unsolicited advice when they noticed where my gaze wandered.
“Oh, Gabriella, you are positively deluded if you think to set you sights on Lancaster!”
“Gabby, you haven’t got a prayer!”
“YOU? And Charles Lancaster? Ha!”
So what if I fancied myself as the belle of the ball one day? Charles might notice me. I could dream. I certainly had no wish to become Mrs. Francis Cole or Mrs. Harry Knight. Those were my mother’s choices for me. She had no faith in my abilities to attract a man of importance, such as the heir to the Lancaster fortune. No, she thought I could do no better than a merchant or solicitor.

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