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Nothing Quite As Sweet
By T. Delaplain
She worried a dried fleck of white from the lilac tulle; nothing quite as sweet as wedding frosting or bridesmaid’s couture.
Still wet from the kisses and caresses hidden beneath yards of satin and tulle she ached for their reunion. How long would the honeymoon last, a week, a month, a lifetime?
Love; bitter and so sweet.
The longing pulled her toward the window; one parting glance.
A glimpse of white and a handful of draping orchids whirled past; the white satin slipped through her fingers again and her lover was gone.
A Friday Fictioneers 100 word tale. Join us on the lawn to tell your tale of weddings, garden parties, high tea, lost love or anything that makes your heart race. Thank you to our talented author and hostess Rochelle Wisoff. Come play with us here.
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