This is daily unedited: an excavation of my subconscious + creative writing experiment. I have a 10 minute daily limit and must write whatever comes in that time.
Odette was a cheap conversationalist.
And she got away with it, given the texture of conversations and the capacity of their speakers had thinned.
They had become recitations of facts and fables alike, overheard and re-exchanged in a parody of what once was.
Odette became obsessed with dialogue-rich literature of days past, fantasizing about Elizabeth Bennet’s great fortune. Not as it related to her suitor’s wealth, but rather that he was so bold as to address Elizabeth so directly, so brazenly. And, most of all, that the two of them spent idle time together.
Her longing for idle was fierce.
Prompt: my first drabble
Space: sitting in bed
Mood: playful
I just recommended your Substack on mine.