Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Word count: 155 words
I tell no one how I became the mistress of the Marchese Di Felecia. Or rather, I never tell them the truth. The truth is a series of coincidences that when put together seem unbelievable. If I hadn’t lived it, I wouldn’t believe it either. Being the Marchese’s mistress is why I am on the street today. I am the keeper of secrets, both my own and others. They are my power base and one reason the Marchese loves me. I pull the coarse scarf closer around my face, hoping to remain invisible. I do not knock at the blue door, but enter and head upstairs where my mother waits.
“Is the Marchesa with us?” she asks.
“Yes, my half-sister received the messages. When the Marchese’s forces attack, our father will die. With no male heir, his territory will pass to the Marchese.”
“Does she suspect?”
“No Mother, and we need her alive.”
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer