April’s showers were nothing compared to its deluge of awkward compliments on the wig. Fatima washed up on her doorstep, drained from the month’s third chemical assault, and adjusted the monstrosity. The tulips budding in the garden caught her eye, and a smile like the sun broke across her face.
Râna hates writing about herself but loves referring to herself in the third person.
I love it. It’s very vivid.
Thank you! ❤️
Brilliant. So much said and painted in so few words. I’m struck by the read.
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This is a great little story. I love how it ends with her finding pleasure in something we tend to take for granted and it fits what she’s going through. Very well done
Thanks, Jake! I appreciate your reflections.
Beautifully written – Love this!
Thank you, Ilona!
“ To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower”-William Blake
This striking piece is a brilliant illustration of the poet’s words.
Congratulations!
Woah, a comparison to William Blake…I’ll take it! 😹 Thank you, Sam!
There’s so much emotion and reflection behind the few well-selected words.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts 😊
It took several reads to figure out SO much packed into just 50 words. Poignant, provocative, and powerful; elusive yet exact; striking, timid, understated, vivid, wonderful. Thank you for this heartfelt delight.
Thanks so much for your kind and thoughtful words, Trevor.
How very touching, and such a beautiful description of hope.
You got right to the heart of my feeling in writing this ❤️ Thank you for commenting.
Wonderful piece. I agree, strong portrait of suffering –and hope.
Thank you!
love this!
Lovely imagery!
To write a story so brief, every word must be perfect. Yours are. Thank you for sharing your words with us.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Janice.