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Well winter is here I guess. Had snow this week.
Carrying on with Nineteen Hundred my Victorian short story, It’s the morning of January 1, 1900.
Be patient. Mr. Thomas will appear shortly. This is a period piece you know 😀
Nineteen hundred dawned clear and sunny, cold, true, but Kathryn’s warm dreams for what her new life might bode insulated her from the chill.
By the time she entered the breakfast room, now restored to its dark dreary attitude, she found that she was the last one to rise.
I’ve never slept so late in my life. The thought both amused and shocked her at the same time.
After she ate her toast and drank her tea, she decided a day of leisure for herself, a rare treat, would be a brilliant way to start the new era.
She used the small water closet at the end of the hallway and retrieved her cloak and bonnet from the pegs close to the door.
Shivering with the coolness, and with the anticipation for her day of exploration, she carefully closed the door behind her and stood on the stoop gazing out to the street.
She tucked her petite hands into the blue muff which matched the rest of her ensemble.