First Impressions

Unfortunately, this isn't as clever as Pride and Prejudice. I don't think it's the greatest title, but it was the first thing I thought of and I hate posting something and not having a title accompany it. So it stays till I come up with a better one. This probably needs some work, but here are the beginnings and hopefully I'll find some time to continue it. Enjoy!

The wheels on the carriage rolled over the cobblestone drive with a clatter. I had been jolted around in the carriage for the past three hours and my destination lay just ahead. My limbs were cramped from being held in one position for so long and I longed for the chance to get out and stretch. The carriage slowed down and the main house loomed into view. The red bricks were stacked and cemented with absolute precision and the builders made perfect squares for the glass window panes to be placed. Both of the front doors stood wide open and a slight woman, dressed in what appeared to me to be servant's garb, came out balancing a large basket of laundry on her hip. The shrubbery circled around the house and flowers were planted along the walk and stood ready to greet one with a cheerful face.
I pressed my back against the carriage's seat, intimidated by the size and precision of everything. I had come expecting a small little plantation, much like the ones I'm accustomed to seeing at home. Instead I found a large estate--something I only dreamt about. Here was a home with more than one garden, multitudes of butlers and maids, it's own stable and wash house. What stood before me replaced paintings and stories with the real thing.
The carriage door opened and the butler's hand appeared, "Miss?"

Thoughts for Thursday

"It is a terrible thing that the worst of all the vices can smuggle itself into the very centre of our religious life...The devil laughs. He is perfectly content to see you becoming chaste and brave and self controlled provided, all the time, he is setting you up in the Dictatorship of Pride...For pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense."


~CS Lewis, Mere Christianity