Hello Readers, I know I’m a couple days late, but I didn’t forget about Friday Fictioneers! Hopefully you don’t mind. Thanks as always to Rochelle for posting our photo prompt, and to Marie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo.
Earlier this week I read Beth Pattillo’s The Dashwood Sisters Tell All, a “modern day novel of Jane Austen”. It put me in mind of my glorious two weeks spent in England. (I can’t believe it’s been two summers ago now! If you’re interested in reading about my England adventures, you can start here.) I felt a sort of wistfulness for the green countryside of England, with its stone fences and houses and the quiet bustle of the city of Bath. Then, over on my friend Alex’s blog, Atlas Alex (check it out if you get the chance, especially if you love the outdoors and adventure!), the word of the week was wanderlust, which only made my desire to revisit England stronger. So I took all that wanderlust, wistfulness and Austenified romanticism and used it in a story. Hope you enjoy.
Any Place But Home
Elsie sighed dramatically. She would have swooned, which would have been more romantic, but there was little to swoon about in the scene before her. A field of dry brown grass spread out to the horizon, broken up only by a rusted barb wire fence and lonely silo.
Closing her eyes, Elsie held her worn copy of Pride and Prejudice to her chest and tried to imagine herself walking in the fields of England instead of nowhere Iowa. Breathing deep, her vision was shattered by the pungent odor of cow manure.
She would get off this farm someday, wouldn’t she?