Hey there. Welcome back to another week of six sunday on my blog. This week I’m trotting something spanking new. So new it doesn’t actually have a name yet. LOL Rather bad of me but … sometimes that’s how it goes. I’m drawing a blank. If you’re interested in throwing out for a saucy regency, refer to my previous blog for further details about the story. Leave your suggestion here or there. 🙂
So without further ado …
A cool breeze whipped across the Serpentine and carried the trilling cries of children, forcing Doris’ eyes to open in case she was about to be surrounded by an unruly hoard of brats. Luckily, the large family milled about on the other side of the pond and she was safe for the present. The children were gleefully tugging on a kite, trying to make it fly higher in the weak breeze.
The picture of touching innocence should have cheered her, but occasionally such scenes made her ponder what she’d missed by not marrying and having a family of her own. Maternal feelings didn’t come often, no courtesan worth her jewels would admit them out loud if she did, but if she ever was to give up the life of courtesan Lottie Townsend to be plain motherly Doris Gill full time, she wasn’t sure she’d survive that noisy brood.
A tall man stood up suddenly from their midst and caught her eye.
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