I’m sorry I couldn’t visit all the entries last week. Spring is here and a lot of things to do outdoors. Nevertheless here is my offering this week. A sonnet focusing on the dress on the balcony. I couldn’t get down below 101 words… so this week I’m cheating.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every week gather to write a story of 100 words (more or less). If you want to know more, go to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields page and check it out. If you only want to check out the great stories click the little blue guy at the bottom.
A sweet and crying bride lamented loss
her groom had disappeared into the night
and she knew nothing as “he was the boss”
and solemnly declared: “there was no fight”
so sorrowful and easy to believe
with her convincing sobs and tearful eyes
a sweet and lonely woman left to grieve
the onions easily had hid her lies
but when they saw the color of her gown
immediately suspicion was aroused
the constable declared “I was a clown”
she went away to be in prison housed