Charlotte quickened her pace, for she knew the rumor was true.
A blockade runner had slipped through the phalanx of Union ships, run right up the Cape Fear and was even now at dock.
First come, first serve, the man had said.
She’d riven her secret hideaway pillow and disgorged its coin and bullion saved for just such a day, fastened her bonnet and set out, Old George walking apace with the handcart.
Sugar, she thought, now spying the masts over the rooftops, and perhaps even tea and coffee.
But disappointment set in as soon as she saw the crowds.
This story took me away to a different time, for sure.Well done.
I like this, the frantic desperation, the thwarted hope that life would ever be as it was before — You capture all this for us through Charlotte’s eyes.
Crowds are indeed disappointing. Nicely told.
Her hopes dashed. A story that’s stlll told today sadly.
Here’s mine!