The palest hues of pink, shaken free, are scattered by the wind and fall—springtime in England when cool blue sky is dotted with whipped-cream white clouds, and when the golden sun shines, all the world is warm. Lacey curls up on the back seat of the vintage MG, bouquet abandoned, tears shocked dry, listening to murmurs from her father as he talks to guests outside. Dismayed, people move quickly away.
Soft pink tears of cherry blossom petals spatter the back windscreen until blown briskly away, unwanted, onto the verge. She was on time, but he never turned up at all.
That’s beautiful – and heartbreaking. The use of the blossom tied it all together perfectly.
Nice one, Jacci. (No happy ending? But she’s probably better off without him!)
I love the line “whipped-cream white clouds”.
Thank you very much. I have just read and enjoyed your short, An Evening To Remember. Spot on!
oops ! sorry – screen jumped and I’ve commented on the wrong site! It’s a good story though – you should read it! Swarn Gill – below!!
Calling all you knowledgeable car types. Help me out here. Does a “vintage MG” have a “back seat?” — Benita
A very small one – depending on the model.
Thank you so much for responding on this. — Benita
So much imagery and emotional power packed into a short space. Well done!
Thank you very much. I have just read and enjoyed your short, An Evening To Remember. Spot on!
Oh Jacci – this was so sad and so beautiful. Fantastic!
Beautifully written…from beginning to end.
So sad! What happened!?
Lovely!