Jul 26, 2016 11:43
The girl in the scarlet satin dress dragged the toes of her red shoes in the loose gravel of the alley. The bouquet was encased, but not protected by a shiny plastic wrapper and was beginning to droop, reflecting the girl's attitude and absorbing heat from her sweaty palms. Her destination was close and each step she took was slower.
365 writing prompts,
flash fiction
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Thanks so much. I will say that I feel the presence of God in Nature more than anywhere else. I appreciate the friend add and companionship for the journey.
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