“Mrs. Hart, are you awake”
Myra woke with a jolt from the banging on her door. It didn’t look like morning yet, but she could hear the lashes from the rain on her window.
It had been late the previous night and it was time for final fitting. She caressed the pristine silk before she opened.
Mrs. Weber and daughter were waiting outside.
“Your wedding-dress is ready”, Myra smiled, but her stomach felt like it was laced with ice.
“Oh, it’s fantastic, just like new”.
Remembering the last time, Myra sighed, mothers should never bury their daughters on their wedding-days.
I wanted to tell a story that really require more words, I hope it works, so I’m curious what you read into the story…
Friday Fictioneers is laced together by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who is just about to release her third book in her trilogy. If you are interested in poetry we are currently collecting poem for an anthology at dVerse. Every week we will select a couple of poems for each from the link-ups.)
September 7, 2016