Um, I forgot to post these yesterday.

Word Goal for the day: 750 - made 663

Starting line: Something soft brushed against my skin; frowning, I moved aside yet another hat box (Great-Aunt Sophie had been obsessed with hats, and shoes, and purses – the monstrosity was most likely hers) and found a true treasure.

Ending line: She continued to speculate all the way down the stairs, the story growing by leaps and bounds.

Darling: Under the handkerchief lay more treasures. Two locks of hair, one dark and one light, intertwined into an intricate braid, flowed over a set of jeweled hair pins. These were peacock feathers again, but of ruby, sapphire and emerald fire, not threads, and the long silver pins that they sat upon were tarnished and worn. I wondered which of my elegant ancestors had pinned up their wealth of hair with the pins. As I picked up the braid, something else caught the light above us and flashed fire.

Inspiration du jour: Les Miserables soundtrack (the London cast)

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