The sight of her dying bouquet was too much to contemplate. After the debacle at the church, she’d rushed home, wallowing in a bout of self pity, sadness, but eventually anger. Now, emotion spent, she longed for cool. Still wearing her wedding dress, she joined the spider’s webs that swung gently in the morning mist.
If you read the rules of Thursday Tales, you can submit stories of 55 to 777 words, then visit others who have joined in the fun!
Lovely image by the way from Thursday Tales.....
ReplyDelete'she longed for cool...still wearing her wedding dress, she joined the spider's web that swung in the morning mist...', dreamlike and lovely like the image Jinksy
For me, the master (mistress?) stroke is that last sentence.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Dave, that last line has great impact in the writing. Would love to know what she is thinking next?
ReplyDeleteHopefully she realised she was better off this way...
ReplyDeleteHey, hey - Miss Havisham??
ReplyDeleteI agree with Dave. I love the imagery in that last sentence. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for your response to my work. :)
Wow such heart felt words to a beauty of a pic.
ReplyDeleteA lovely tale, Jinksy! It definitely leaves us wanting to know more...:)
ReplyDeleteLynette
Imagination Lane
Very interesting intrperetation of the theme. Story built well wih the 55 words.
ReplyDeleteyou said so much in so little words. loved it.
ReplyDeletetrisha
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/the-little-girl/