Message (1/2)
Feb. 11th, 2013 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanagerTitle: Message, Part 1
Pairing: F/M
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the prompt "Desk" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fiction_drabbles. This will have a sequel drabble.
They called her Anna Belle. Her auburn waves and sparkling eyes won her many suitors.
One gave her side-splitting laughs and sandcastles; another, perfume and gold-chained pearls.
She loved the first and, threatened with disownment, married the second. Her Jamie moved away. Her husband was industrious, stoic―stone to her fire―but kind. In treacherous moments, she liked him. In seven years, he died.
Anna weeps.
At her desk, on a torn sheet from her journal (her husband’s gift), she writes to her lost love. She hurls the bottled message from their beach.
She does not hurl herself after, clinging to one-in-a-billion.
Pairing: F/M
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the prompt "Desk" at
fiction_drabbles. This will have a sequel drabble.They called her Anna Belle. Her auburn waves and sparkling eyes won her many suitors.
One gave her side-splitting laughs and sandcastles; another, perfume and gold-chained pearls.
She loved the first and, threatened with disownment, married the second. Her Jamie moved away. Her husband was industrious, stoic―stone to her fire―but kind. In treacherous moments, she liked him. In seven years, he died.
Anna weeps.
At her desk, on a torn sheet from her journal (her husband’s gift), she writes to her lost love. She hurls the bottled message from their beach.
She does not hurl herself after, clinging to one-in-a-billion.
