Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields encourages writers from all over to participate in Friday Fictioneers. With a photo prompt, this week provided by D. Lovering, writers are asked to write a 100-word story, with a beginning, middle and end. Check out the other stories, or join in, at Rochelle’s blog: Addicted to Purple.
I apologize for not reading as many stories last week, as I usually do, but I was out of the country, with limited internet access. I always appreciated thoughtful or constructive feedback. Please leave a comment.
As her friends rubbed fragrant oil on her arms and along her shoulders, Julietta shivered. Her hair was coiled in an elegant chignon at her neck; her mother’s tiny cross lay against her smooth neck.
She smiled at her reflection in her grandmother’s ancient mirror, as the old woman’s gnarled hands lovingly adjusted her dress and then her delicate veil.
She caught her mother’s eyes– tears brimming, as she took her place in the traditional seat. When her brother lifted her high and carried her out into the festive square, she imagined Antonio’s perfect eyes, waiting beside the priest.
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