“But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, ”
From Stopping by the Woods on a
Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.
Do you find that occasionally (I do hope it’s occasionally) that you make promises then some time later remember that you haven’t made good on the promise?
Looking through Prompts and Practices in Judy Reeves’ A Creative Writer’s Kit I came across the prompt “Write about Promises made”
Well, the promises I have made to my friends in the blogosphere that certain of the fiction stories I had written, would be continued. Woe is me! Life got in the way, more particularly my latest adventure, that these promises were never fulfilled.
There are several that I could continue and I need to decide on which one
“The effrontery of the man quite took away Maisie’s breath. How was she going to deal with him and the fall out if his claims became known in Society? She would need some time to think and plan; perhaps consult Reggie; certainly consult Sir Charles (Juliet’s brother) and his friend Sir Hector Ryder, Head of the Metropolitan Police and maybe even the ailing Earl.
But time was certainly needed. She would put this scoundrel off for a couple of days to give Sir Charles and Sir Hector time to delve more deeply into this man’s past, although the thought of bringing the fellow’s claims to their attention horrified her.
“Well obviously I shall need some time to consider what you have told me this afternoon,” she said. “And equally obviously I shall need to see the so-called proof of the relationship between you and my husband. So I suggest that you leave now and come back again in two days time, with some proof of your claim at which time I shall have an answer for you.”
With that, the swarthy gentleman picked up his Panama hat, gave each of the ladies a broad smile, thanked the Countess and took his leave.
A shocked silence remained in the drawing room after his departure.”
- Then there was Sarah of Here and Now. You may recall that she met a man in a bar with whom she had drinks and then suddenly found herself a prisoner in a dark room.
When we left her, she had been to the police station and made her report:
The policewoman then excused herself from the room returning shortly with an older man whom she introduced as Detective Brian McLeod. The Detective asked Sarah to repeat her story and at the end of it sat for a few minutes looking very thoughtful.
He then said, “As the Sergeant has already told you, it is most unusual for a victim not to want to lay a complaint. But if you’re determined then so be it. But I must ask you to give the Sergeant the names of the three people involved.
“We will have to interview them, probably at their house rather than at the police station, but if you are sure that you don’t want them charged we will issue them with a warning. Are you OK with that?”
Sarah was relieved that the Websters would not be charged and so she gave their names to the Sergeant who promised to keep in touch to let Sarah know when they had been interviewed.
So feeling much better Sarah and her friends left the police station and found their way to a local bar where they all had a well-deserved drink
- And what of Sandy and the woman claiming to be her daughter?.When we left her both women were pleased with the way the meeting had gone.
“Barbara because she had now eased her conscience somewhat. She knew she had to thank Sandy for her kindness and understanding and decided she would take a bunch of flowers with her the next time they met. A small gesture but it all helped with her conscience.
And Sandy? She was pleased because she had found that this was a decent young woman who had made a ghastly error of judgment and while Barbara would have to live with the outcome of that, Sandy decided that she could forgive her. And besides, she had learned much about her daughter that afternoon.
As soon as she arrived home she called both Greg and Cathy and invited them to come round. Of course, they were both eager to hear how the meeting had gone. So, tea served Sandy told them about the meeting. How they had discussed her daughter and how she was convinced that Barbara was a young, somewhat confused young woman who had acted first and thought about the consequences later. She told them that she planned to see Barbara again and that even if though they would never be friends, she would like to get to know her more.
“Oh I’m so glad that it worked out well, and so happy you found out some things about your daughter,” said Cathy. “Yes, it’s a good idea to keep in touch with her.”
So which one shall I continue with?. All three have been buzzing around in my mind over the past months. Some notes have been made and I think it’s now time to move on with them. There are also several one-off posts that I should like to pursue.
No G & T but another cup of tea and decision is made. Paris from Harney &Sons is this afternoon’s choice. If you’re a tea drinker and you haven’t already, I suggest you try it.
So I think it will be Maisie and her cohorts. So please watch this space.
“Just living is not enough,
One must have sunshine, freedom,
and a little flower”
Hans Christian Anderson