Saturday, December 21, 2013

Dill stood before the mirror, gazing at her reflection. The elegant white dress had long sleeves, a full sweeping train, and delicate lace. Dill's chestnut hair was twisted back with silver satin ribbons woven in. Her veil was as thin and light as moth's wings, scattered with tiny star-like pearls. . Everything was a beautiful, just as perfect as she had ever imagined.
  Dill groaned and sank to the floor.
   For sixteen years, she had imagined getting married, having children and a house of her own. What woman hadn't spent her childhood thinking such thoughts? But she chided herself anyway. She should have been more realistic.

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  1. I like this. a. lot. It's oooh so good! I'm instantly sympathetic with her disappointmet (even though I haven't had her experience!)! Love your writing. ;) Savvy

  2. Okay, I'm hooked. What's next?!?!!


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