An Unwelcome Prescription

by Ana Cristina

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I waited until Candace and the maid had left the room and then pushed back the covers and ran to the table. I had to hold the table with both hands to steady my legs, I felt that dizzy, but it soon passed.

I found a small envelope hidden in the flowers – the fattest, reddest roses I’d ever seen – and tore it open, taking out the card with trembling fingers.

It read:

Miss Delacourt,

Please forgive me for leaving the ball so early last night. I pray you will allow me to call on you today at 4 o’clock to apologise in person. Until then, please accept these roses as a token of our new friendship.
If the weather is fine and Lady H. permits, we may even go driving in my phaeton.
Until then, I am ever…

Your friend,
Geoffrey Windham

I had barely finished reading it before I heard Candace’s unmistakable step in the hall, so I dashed back to bed with the card, tucking it under my pillow.

Soon the doctor arrived and announced that I had a head cold. He prescribed no less than seven days of bed rest.

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  1. An Unwelcome Prescription

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Seven days of bed rest? How torturous.

  2. An Unwelcome Prescription

    Ana Cristina's Buddy Icon Ana Cristina

    Posted 4 months ago

    Actually, I’d given anything for that “torture” right now… ;-)

  3. An Unwelcome Prescription

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I think I could handle that kind of torture too (but only if it gets me out of work).

  4. An Unwelcome Prescription

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 4 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Wait, do I get internet access while I’m in bed for 7 days? I like where you’re going, the Rx vs. the rendez-vous.

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