First Place in The Bard's Hall Steampunk Contest
"All aboaaaard!" called the conductor.
"We're late, Millie. We must hurry!" Edwina Gifford tugged her cousin Millicent along the station platform to board the Transcontinental Express. They were late because the driver of their hansom had taken a wrong turn. Their screams and the intervention of a police officer had forced the wretch to take them to the station and dump them unceremoniously at platform. "Man didn't pay enough for this kind of trouble," he had grouched as he plunked down their bags.
Man? Edwina had wondered briefly. What man?
"Incompetent nincompoop," Millie fumed in Edwina's wake, "not knowing the way to the train depot. Typical useless male. Of all the stupid idiots..."
This story has been formatted according to industry manuscript standard -- which for some reason won't show here--and submitted for publication, simultaneously, to two outlets.