The challenge: to write 200 words or less Flash Fiction starting with the phrase "The door swung open."
All week long I agonized over how to finish this story. So, at exactly 200 words, I hope you enjoy it. *wicked grin*
All week long I agonized over how to finish this story. So, at exactly 200 words, I hope you enjoy it. *wicked grin*
Butz
The door swung open. She flattened into the open closet, trying not to breathe, not to stir the air. The bare creme walls and vacant rack above filled her with dread, a haunting omen of what she was to become: empty, barren.
Warmth drained from the room like being sucked out by a vacuum. Her hands shook. She closed her eyes, then forced them wide open.
A shadow moved across blank walls, amplified and distorted by the tumbled lamp. In came the cold, the stillness. Her heart echoed in her ears, so loud.
“Mia, Mia, come out!” The perky soprano made her stomach twist. Jenny’s head appeared at the closet opening.
No, Mia shook her head.
“Come on. It’s only a dress.” Jen hefted the beaded white chiffon and satin into sight, grunting against its weight.
That heavy thing? Only a dress. No, it was a prison, a sentence, a hangman’s noose. Or was it?
In the fluffy layers Mia could see a world of possibilities: a reality with true love and security. Yes, she cared deeply about him, but...
Jen looped an arm through hers. “Come on your groom is waiting, future Mrs. Butz!”
“Butz,” she groaned, and surrendered.
“Butz,” she groaned, and surrendered.
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