Une Vie Nouvelle: Chapter 1:
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt
The torn papers fluttered in the cold Atlantic wind, drifting down until they landed on the gray water, and eventually disappeared in the wake of the #Danish liner Ruritania.
Lady D’Arcy stood at the railing in a morning dress the color of the waves, dove-gray with white lace foaming at the collar and cuffs. The last of the papers left her hands as another woman joined her.
D’Arcy surveyed the woman’s gown: spring colors—too bright for chiffon, yet not bright enough for sunshine. She dismissed it at once as tasteless. The red hair earned its own judgment. “Undoubtedly Hibernian,” she thought. “Crass.”
“Mademoiselle D'Arcy. Vous vous êtes levée tôt. Peut-être pour saluer le nouveau jour et la nouvelle année?”
The woman’s French was marred by a heavy American accent and contrasted sharply with D’Arcy’s reply. “Un jour nouveau, une année nouvelle, une vie nouvelle.”
“You speak impeccable French, Mademoiselle,” the American said, switching to Albion.
“I am fortunate to have grown up with it. But you, too, have arisen early. It’s my #understanding that that’s the American way. I hear your motto is, ‘The early bird catches the worm.’ L’oiseau matinal… attrape le ver,” she said, letting her tongue linger on ver.
[Continued Tomorrow]
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