Dawn warming the trees, shrubs, flowers and grass, the back garden breathed in a calming breath.
Before the pageantry of the first of today’s 3 weddings began.
Before Emily’s ghost came out to play on her swing and watch the proceedings, too.
Thanks, Sonya @ only 100 words for hosting week 37 of TLTs; photo by Ben Rosett – large version here
October 16, 2016 at 3:27 am
So Emily still wants to feel part of humanity? I wonder who she was – a bride cut down too yuong? Lovely three lines :)
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October 16, 2016 at 9:33 am
I imagined her as a child, watching what she missed out on.
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October 16, 2016 at 11:17 am
Ah, that makes it an even sadder story. Ghosts often come across a s lonely, don’t they, watching and unable to take part in the life they miss.
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October 17, 2016 at 1:16 am
Wistful comes to mind for Emily.
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October 17, 2016 at 7:05 am
Yes, wistful is the right word. Bless her, I hope she keeps pleasantly occupied
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October 14, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Ahhhh, nicely done!!
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October 14, 2016 at 7:56 pm
Thank you. : ] :
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October 14, 2016 at 11:16 pm
Most welcome!
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October 13, 2016 at 11:44 am
:-) Lovely tale with a spooky twist. I too had similar thoughts(i.e ghost on the swing.) about the photo prompt initially but later my story turned to be different.
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October 13, 2016 at 3:39 pm
I will have to read your story! Thank you for the kind words.
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October 13, 2016 at 4:20 am
I like the contrast in this, and the mystery you suggest.
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