Funny how small mishaps could become omens. Annie poked a finger through the tear in her voluminous wedding dress. As unexpected as her best friend's last-minute confession, but there it was.
Looping the heavy train over one arm, she walked away from the church.
Mum was right. Men are pigs.
Image: courtesy of Luo ping on Unsplash
This fifty word microflash story was written for a weekly challenge held by my friend Jayna Locke. This week's prompt was "tear," which you could interpret two ways. I ended up combining the two.
As I was looking for a place to start, I got this image of a woman walking away from a church in a wedding dress and had a eureka moment.
In effect, this little slip of micro fiction is a prequel to the novella I'm currently writing. Dry spell began as a short story on the Steem blockchain but when I recently revisited it with the idea of turning it into an audio story, I began to edit and discovered that it has its heart set on becoming at least a novella.
Don't you just hate it when stories have a mind of their own? I will certainly keep you posted of any evolutions.
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