Marissa sat at the vanity waiting patiently for the Father to come. She wished to lift the heavy vail from her face to release the moist minty breath caught beneath it. The penalty for being seen by anyone other than the contractor were too high so she waited and fidgeted and quietly abided her time until the Father would arrive. On her wedding day, whenever it would be, she knew there would be no back-up bride. If one was even considered, there would be no wedding.
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A daily writing prompt experiment.
Heather
A Simple Welcome
A friend and I started playing a writing 'game' and this is the result. The posts are "Daily Prompt" writings that are very much in rough draft form. I love to receive comments so please leave plenty. I do leave responses so please, check back often!
P.S. I'm very sorry about how messy things are right now. I was gone for a short while and I returned to upgrades and other changes that I don't quite know how to manage just yet. I promise a more visually appeasing space if you can hang out for a while.
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