These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Monday: ’Twas no easy task for the servant, but the poet Chrétien had a gift for sparkling(?) dialogue and Acelet had an undeniable flair for captivating interpretation.
Tuesday: Madame Viars sighed, and sighed again, before Joslin heard her three-legged stool scrape across the floor.
Wednesday: The deed was done in a trice.
Thursday: She suspected a wooden box tucked next to the cloth might hold parchment, ink and pen.