I was asked by the Tumblr site Miniature Fiction to write some three sentence stories. I’m not sure where this gem came from, but here’s my take on a historical:

Evangeline smoothed the velvet nap of her smart afternoon dress. She bought it last month to show off her exquisite figure when she tooled around Hyde Park at the height of mid-afternoon with the members of the Haut Ton. She smiled at the handsome young man sitting in the driver’s seat, inexpertly handling the reigns of the high-perch phaeton with its green and yellow trim, his highly polished boots near blinding her with their mirrored brilliance as she tried vainly to rise from the mud where the wheel pinned her to the roadway.