Friday Fictioneers time again. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting.
One story in one hundred words, based on the photo of the week. This week, it comes courtesy of Sandra Crook…
She could barely contain her anguish. Convinced of his intention to ask for her hand, her sister’s news that she, instead, was to become his bride tore at her very core. As the tears welled, she fumbled her congratulations and made her excuses to leave; the swoosh of her petticoats masking a heart-breaking sob as her fingers clutched at the necklace he’d gifted her only two weeks earlier.
They found her the following morning. Her skirts billowing in the gentle waters of the lock. Her face peaceful, as though sleeping in this murky water bed. The locket in her hand.
word count: 100
See the other stories based on this picture here: An InLinkz Link-up
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