Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

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After Mac had left, Phryne remembered that she was still wearing her bloodied clothing. “Dot?” Phryne called out, emerging from the parlor. Dot appeared from the direction of the kitchen, “Yes, Miss?” answered Dot. “Would it be possible for a bath and something to eat, maybe a sandwich? I have the sudden need to wash the blood off before it drives me mad.” Phryne gestured to her ruined dress. “Of course, Miss. I’ll have Mr. Butler make the sandwiches while I ready the bath. Will Jane and Ruth be alright?” “I think so, Dot, eventually. It’s hard to tell how one will cope after seeing a sight like that. I’ll tell Mr. Butler while you go upstairs.” Phryne shooed Dot up the stairs while Phryne went back to the kitchen to find Mr. Butler talking …show more content…

I do hope they’ll be alright.” Phryne caught the last of Mr. Butler’s comment before he quieted. “Mr. Butler, when you get the chance, I’m feeling a little peckish and was hoping for some sandwiches after my bath. You can bring them up when they’re done.” Mr. Butler nodded and went to start preparing the sandwiches while Phryne turned to Cec and Bert, “I’m so sorry that you had to miss the opening races. But thank you for bringing the girls home and fetching Jack.” Bert nodded while Cec asked, “Are they going to be alright, Miss? Ruth was looking pasty when we brought her in. She shaking and all.” “Nothing a little rest with a tonic from Mac, hopefully can’t fix. I hope you use those box tickets as it may be that I don’t attend at all this week,” decided Phryne. I hope that is all it takes otherwise I might have to have Mac help me out Phryne worriedly thought concerning the well-being of her, now sleeping daughters. Cec nodded before he and Bert quitted the kitchen through the backdoor and Dot entered. “Water’s already, Miss. Both Miss Jane and Miss Ruth are resting in their beds.” Dot spoke, glad that the girls had finally succumbed to Mac’s sleeping tonic. Phryne nodded and went up to her …show more content…

Jack. As Phryne dropped her soiled attire and stepped into the warm water, she couldn’t help but think to when she had registered Jack’s face at the fairgrounds not two hours past. When she finally caught sight of him, she was stunned to find Jack’s face full of worry and immediate concern. And then when he had wrapped his arm around her, she couldn’t help but shed a few tears of both amazement and comfort. Phryne reached for the soap, scrubbing her hands raw until there was no trace of blood on them. Phryne leaned back and shut her eyes, hoping that the water would wash away the awful scene of the morning and in a way it did, although it kept Jack at the forefront of her mind. Jack had always kept her at arm’s length when it came to physical contact, at least most of the time but there were occasions where he didn’t. Even when she flirted with him, Jack was able to maintain a professional demeanor despite responding in kind making Phryne want to cross the barrier between

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