The Trousseau
Sep 24th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Eleanor eyed the old trunk. Inside was the collection of presents and hand-me-downs her aunties had assembled for her trousseau. But three years into her marriage, she had never opened it before tonight.
The objects were mostly as she expected, recipes and trinkets meant to give her certain disposable comforts in her new household. But now she had need of one particular item packed away at the bottom: her grandmother’s wand.
When she had married Stephen, she’d promised to give up witchcraft. But now that he had cheated on her, every one of her vows was going to be broken.
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