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10/11/2011

Drabble (100 word short story)

Her eyes were open. He was handing her something, a wispy white rose, a token. She swallowed past the lump in her throat, the guilty stone that choked her, and accepted somewhat greatfully.
It was soft, smooth as satin, thin and delicate; feather-like. Her eyes were open,
but as she bent to smell the gift
a pale white haze flooded her senses. Her eyesight filled with milky blindness, her nose smelled only the sweet scent. Her lips moved, but felt only the satin of the petals, and her fingers felt only the ripple of blood pouring from their pricked tips.

4 comments:

Ellaveigh said...

Sad, but beautiful. I love it.

Melee said...

Oh, this is absolutely exquisite, Ever!

I want to try writing a drabble! Though goodness knows, restraining myself to 100 words will be a feat. :)

Heather said...

This is beautiful, lovely.
Darkly heartbreaking but laced with silver.
<3

Ever said...

Thank you all! Melee, it is quite a challenge :/ I had to let go of some of my favorite words in oreder to write this properly :(