Woken up to snow here in central France, which is giving way now to steady, miserable rain and sleet!
We’re in the midst of our annual ‘snowbird’ run, and have about a thousand kilometres still to cover before tomorrow afternoon.
I was grateful to Rochelle therefore, for a sneak preview of this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, enabling me to just post and run before we continue heading south again today.
So, channelling Jane Austen… 😉
“I need a man with a fine brain and a sharp intellect,” cried the eldest sister.
“And I need a man with the courageous heart of a lion,” said the middle one.
“I just need a man,” said the youngest. “A stud-muffin would adequately suffice, and Mr Darcy, I believe, is one such”. (She was, you understand, a woman much given to plain speaking.)
So in their customarily civilised, even-handed fashion, the sisters resolved their rivalry for the attentions of their would-be suitor, though ultimately none of them accompanied him to the altar.
Darcy, understandably, was fairly cut up.