Sorry for being late to Trifextra, but the possibility to write 3 sentence fiction is too tempting not to accept, and many apologizes for not returning any visits last week. I was on a business trip.
Drowning girl by Roy Lichtenstein
The morning dew glistened like emeralds in the rising sun as she walked towards the shore. Her thoughts still lingered in the echoing rooms of house they now both had left forever. As she felt the water soak into the hems of her long dress, she wondered if Brad would accept the forgiveness she asked for in the letter she left on the mantelpiece.
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June 9, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I wonder. Nice writing. (Rogri)
Very powerful.
Very sad. Well written.
There’s so much unspoken sadness in this… Well done.
Surely it can’t be so bad that she would give everything up?
This is a powerful scene. Thank you for linking up!
Not knowing makes it hard to handle the sadness.
Reminds me of a Swedish rocksinger who made a record called:
“Why the hell commit suicide if you can’t listen to the talk afterwards”
This is so haunting and so lovely. Beautifully done!
Both? Hmmm. Nice that she’s taking the image of glistening emeralds with her, anyway.
Better late than never, Björn… especially with this one.