The wire contraption forced her to take contrived steps as they entered. She held her father's arm, floral music whispered around the room. At the end of the line await a man, met only once. His smile seemed genuine, though her mother's was mixed with fresh tears. Again, she found the monologue repeated in her head and she steeled herself – if not this man, it would surely be another, crueler one. Walking up aisle, attendees glowed and grimaced. Her heart slammed against her rib-cage and she studied her fiancée. His eyes sharp, she hoped that he'd make things more interesting.
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The Eternal Return
Historia CortaA collection of speculative short stories and flash fiction. A few of these are also posted on my blog and others still I wrote in creative writing classes or for flash fiction contests. Please, let me know what you think.
