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The Art of Promenade
Written for NYC Midnight 100-Word Microfiction Competition
putting on a hat (action)
The middle-aged Countess strapped on her bonnet like a soldier fastening a helmet.
She had selected a strategic amount of flowers and a squadron of feathers—all for the slightly evolved mating ritual of attracting a suitor.
She had no genuine desire for a man, merely to prove to the other strutting debutantes that she could still capture one.
She lowered a veil hiding her fine lines. “All warfare is based on deception, is it not, Stanley?”
Stanley the butler nodded, opening the door onto the street.
As the Countess stepped to the threshold, Stanley straightened. “To victory, my lady.”
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