The letter fell to the floor twenty minutes before nine.
Smearing lipstick across her tear soaked face, it was clear she had lost her grip.
She sat, one shoe, and waited for the rats to crawl through her forgotten wedding cake mind.
That’s all from the laundry room. Lost Dream.
Forty-two words exactly. The prompt this week…Is something crawling on me?
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Stunning, but so very sad! The picture is a fantastic accompaniment.
She is pretty sad, poor thing. Thank you 🙂
awesome. Loved the imagery here!
That’s quite an ending! I like the way you morphed it into wedding-cake mind. creepy.
You truly have a way with words! This reads like a scene in a movie script. Loved it.
Thank you so much!
For some reason. this prompt had me thinking about Miss Havisham, too. Hmm. Great, creepy take on it!
Yay! I’m glad you got it too. Thank you.
“…forgotten wedding cake mind…” Wow. I love it.
Thank you 🙂
Very evocative. A lot in 42!
So sad, yet vivid and creative.
I’m going to go sit quietly in the corner and have Great Expectations flashbacks now.
Hahahaha. I always think of Miss H any time creepy or crawly comes up. She’s the standard. Thanks for reading 🙂
How terrifying!And so very creative!Loved this take -left me horror struck!
Sorry about that, but…Thank you 🙂
Oh,I love horror-so it was a treat:-)
Glad you liked it. Thank you.
Forgotten wedding cake mind.. Well done!
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Yup, that’s what I was going for. 😉