So. I Wrote a Drabble.
It's my first one, so please be kind 'cos I'm awfully proud of it.
Exactly 100 words on the prompt "Willow, Tara, dried flowers."
Tara let the small pile of dried clover flowers settle on her skirt as she glanced up the stairs towards Dawn’s bedroom door. “She hasn’t come down at all today,” she noted in concern. “Think we ought to check on her?”
Willow barely paused, focused on judging the quality of something viscous in a small vial. “She’s fine.”
“We should tell her,” Tara urged. “She should have the chance to…”
“No.” Willow answered firmly, as she returned the vial to the coffee table. “I am doing this. Dawn will thank me later.”
Tara looked at her hands in her lap.
Exactly 100 words on the prompt "Willow, Tara, dried flowers."
Tara let the small pile of dried clover flowers settle on her skirt as she glanced up the stairs towards Dawn’s bedroom door. “She hasn’t come down at all today,” she noted in concern. “Think we ought to check on her?”
Willow barely paused, focused on judging the quality of something viscous in a small vial. “She’s fine.”
“We should tell her,” Tara urged. “She should have the chance to…”
“No.” Willow answered firmly, as she returned the vial to the coffee table. “I am doing this. Dawn will thank me later.”
Tara looked at her hands in her lap.