The train glissaded away from the platform. The humor in their shared smiles commuted into wistfulness, and Donna flung herself around Beatrice’s neck, shaking with primal sobs. Beatrice tenderly embraced her.
“Oh Bea, I’m sorry! The hurt I caused you! I was so wrong, and though I can’t ever make it up, believe me, I would’ve, somehow, no matter how long it would’ve taken.”
She pulled back, swiping away tears. Beatrice cupped her face with both hands, as if to say, I know.
Donna forced a smile. “I’ve measured out my life in murmurs and sighs. Yet here you are.”
Shala walked slowly back to the caravan. There was never a time without a mystic in these lands. Her actions had been rash. Hateful. She was in despair at what she had done just so she may die an ‘ordinary’ death. But it was too late. It was her time. She felt it. She had measured her life out in seasons, as each cycled to the next, and would perhaps match age with Rose’s Grand’Mere. Old enough. She wept for her selfishness as Rose hugged her. But Rose would hear none of it. They would not talk of it again
Tomorrow is our final day! It's been amazing to see you still here and writing!
In a week or so, these 100-Word Challenge posts will go offline, so make sure you save your work somewhere. Thanks so much for joining in! Looking forward to reading your stories today and tomorrow.
I can't believe tomorrow will be the last day, but more than that, that I think I may be ready for it!! Unless, of course, you have a wicked curve ball to throw us as your last word hahaha
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The train glissaded away from the platform. The humor in their shared smiles commuted into wistfulness, and Donna flung herself around Beatrice’s neck, shaking with primal sobs. Beatrice tenderly embraced her.
“Oh Bea, I’m sorry! The hurt I caused you! I was so wrong, and though I can’t ever make it up, believe me, I would’ve, somehow, no matter how long it would’ve taken.”
She pulled back, swiping away tears. Beatrice cupped her face with both hands, as if to say, I know.
Donna forced a smile. “I’ve measured out my life in murmurs and sighs. Yet here you are.”
This challenge has been fun - thanks for hosting it. Helped make a dreary month go by quickly.
All my submissions are saved off-line - it may be time to start at the beginning and serialize it on my stack.
[Continued...]
Shala walked slowly back to the caravan. There was never a time without a mystic in these lands. Her actions had been rash. Hateful. She was in despair at what she had done just so she may die an ‘ordinary’ death. But it was too late. It was her time. She felt it. She had measured her life out in seasons, as each cycled to the next, and would perhaps match age with Rose’s Grand’Mere. Old enough. She wept for her selfishness as Rose hugged her. But Rose would hear none of it. They would not talk of it again
Tomorrow is our final day! It's been amazing to see you still here and writing!
In a week or so, these 100-Word Challenge posts will go offline, so make sure you save your work somewhere. Thanks so much for joining in! Looking forward to reading your stories today and tomorrow.
I can't believe tomorrow will be the last day, but more than that, that I think I may be ready for it!! Unless, of course, you have a wicked curve ball to throw us as your last word hahaha