For the 7/9/2020 prompt, Rue submitted “We’re Only Braiding Roses”
Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!
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“Bren carefully picked her way across the scorched grass, darkened patches of ash the only reminder of the battle that once was.‘“
Untitled, Ash @AshDawnWrites
“I was ten when my great-aunt caught me picking flowers from the edge of the forest. She damn near screamed, “Child, stop!”
I dropped the bunch of daisies as she grabbed me by the wrist. Her ragged fingernails bit at my skin as she dragged me away from the treeline.“
Braided Roses, EM Harding
“The bell rings softly, telling me it’s time for lunch.
I push away from my desk, rolling back on my wheeled chair. I can’t get away from the computer fast enough.“
Braiding Roses, Dewi Hargreaves
“She wove in flowers and baby’s breath into the braid in my hair as I let the tears fall on the plush rug.
“It’s like braiding roses. Beautiful if you can make it work, but watch out for the thorns.””
We’re Only Braiding Roses, Rue Sparks
“My fingers tie around her wrist like a bracelet. We’re cold, fighting away frost with every heartbeat, and our breath seems to crystallise before it leaves our lungs.”
Braiding Roses, Lou Willingham