Daily Writing Prompt

Belfast, 1703, the O’Muiredaigh household.

“Aye, she’s a cheeky one, me babby. ‘Tis why I named her Lilith. Her eyes of green stare deep into me soul. She’ll be so much more than I, the peasant. She has the soul of greatness, but I so worry about me poor little snapper. Could turn a scrubber if she wanted to. What can I do but teach ‘er the faith the best I can? With our Heavenly Father Clement XI to guide her, me fair Lilith will be blessed by the angels.”

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Daily Writing Prompt

Writers Write Daily Prompt 2-21-14

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3 Comments

  1. Ah, she does sound like a wee bit of heaven, Daven.

  2. Great post, Daven!! Big Bear Hugs to you, Emmy

  3. A nice excerpt, and a lovely-looking blog! You capture the mother’s voice with a real sense of authenticity, and foreboding.


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