Daffodils

the meet

How dare she call me a wench who the hell does she think she is. Social standing should have punched her right in the face.

Grinding her fist into her palm, she almost broke her heel stepping on a coble. “Blast! Can this day get any worse?” she was so fumed that she didn’t even see her hat blow away behind her.

 

Her hair in utter disarray.

What was she to do now? That had been her 7th interview in only two days.

She could not be without work she had bills to pay her sister Yelena to help.

 

 

Their father had left them when their mother had died to live with his now wife. She had only been 7 her sister not yet 12 and they had been alone.

 

 

As Katya walked faster and faster she did not see the on-coming carriage and as the rider shouted for her to move aside Katya froze in the middle of the street and for a fleeting second she thought “let me die oh please.”

 

 

Just then, an arm encircled her and drew her back.

“I say Sir do unhand me!” she beat on his hand. The man thrust her from him and yet again, she almost lost her balance.

“Aaaaarggggh!” she screamed and the man jumped back in surprise.

 

 

“Madam are you sure you are alright? Do you need help to your home? Are you stable?” he said hesitantly

 

 “What do you mean am I mad? Yes I am bonkers totally looney Arrghhh Aaaargggh.” She screamed.

Then she burst out laughing. “Oh my, a painter would do right now. Your face is priceless. Dear kind Sir. I thank you for your help. God bless thee.” She bowed and walked away. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dominic stared after the girl bemused. What a fine creature he thought. Lovely chocolate eyes a little crazy but charismatic. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again fiery princess” he said whistling on his way.