Note: The story has been out about a week now. My wonderful readers found it before I could launch it. As a result, the short story is #1 on Amazon’s historical short stories with a little red banner, “bestseller,” attached to it. That’s a first for me, and I was thrilled. Thank you.
It’s been awhile since I penned a tale about our favorite couple, and I was overdue. Therefore, I have written a short story that is available on Nook and Kindle for .99. The scene: After Elizabeth Bennet’s rejection of his offer of marriage, Darcy returns to Pemberley in the hope of finding a path that will lead him to Elizabeth. Little does he know that Elizabeth is already at Pemberley, walking the gravel paths of the maze in Pemberley’s expansive gardens. When Darcy and Elizabeth meet in the middle of the labyrinth, the unexpected happens. This story is light-hearted. No heavy lifting required! For your reading pleasure, here is an excerpt:
After folding her parasol, she entered the labyrinth. As she walked along the gravel path, she turned this way and that way, not caring which path she followed. On her route, she encountered three topiary squirrels peaking out of the foliage as well as a sadly neglected peacock in need of a trimming. As she roamed the maze, she entered a number of blind ends before realizing she had no idea how to exit the maze. As she crept along the path, she looked for openings in the shrubbery, but the foliage was so dense that she could see nothing put pinpricks of light.
The simplest solution is to retrace my steps, Lizzy thought.
That proved easier said than done. For ten minutes, Lizzy wandered along a certain path only to find that she was no closer to her destination than when she had begun. Overtaken with a fit of giggles as to the absurdity of her predicament, she could just imagine her aunt and uncle returning to Pemberley only to find it necessary to raise the hue and cry so that they might locate their missing niece.
“Thank goodness Mr. Darcy is not here. How ridiculous I would appear!” she said aloud.
If you do read my tale, I hope you will consider posting a review. If gin was mother’s milk to Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady, then a good review is the same for an author. As always, my thanks.