This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
A little girl in a pink pinafore dress.
Her parents dreamed of nothing less.
Years spent in fruitless quest.
It was all worth while they said when pressed.
Time zipped by at record speed.
No, she was a special breed.
She never considered any wedding vows.
She said her lines, she took her bows.
A star was to be her fate.
Now she lives behind a rusted gate.
RDP Monday: Nuance
You think you know her
Could be your lover or not
All in her nuance
Three Line Tales 238
Orange turns into black
Future a thing of the past
For now heaven waits
This post is submitted to the Weekend Writing Prompt.
Your artist had a very distinctive style.
You would think that you deserve a much larger showcase.
A small picture frame for a lady with the famous smile.
In a place where legion of foreign tourists used to jostle for elbow space.
Sunset closes in
Countless cities count their dead
Another day gone by
She told me her name was Ruby.
“No problemo with Custom Duty”, she said.
She had that little shop in Panama.
It was the last thing I ever saw.
Wooden Planks Lead On
Beyond Green Trees Forever
My Soul Awaits Me
Footprint in white sand
Time has no meaning for me
Sara please come back
Dawns early light gloom
Battles lost for unjust cause
Lovers never learn
I was in the kitchen alone.
I heard a sound in the front room.
As I turned toward the sound I saw a shadow cross the floor.
As I moved forward the shadow it moved father to the right.
Two more steps and the shadow continued to be just out of sight.
One more step. It stopped. I saw a hooded figure with a sickle.
I recognized the face of course.
It was you, my wife!