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durham_knits) wrote2003-11-19 10:49 am
durham_knits) wrote2003-11-19 10:49 am
Wedding drabble
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leiascully understands the feelings of many Grinnellians, myself included. I am torn.
But it's beautiful outside. I got to write drabble in Econ, I got a B+ on my last econ exam (meaning my overall class grade won't suck quite so much) , and all I need for my grad school apps are the letters of recommendation from Trish. I'm good to go.
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tww100's newest challenge, to write a drabble responding to a picture of a bride standing in a window.
In Good Times and In Bad
The photographer had done an amazing job, all those years ago. Abbey lifted the picture from the shelf to examine a younger version of herself, staring out the window. At what, she couldn't remember. She'd been giddy, idealistic, so in love...
"Mom?" Zoey was behind her, arm still in a sling. "Dad called... What's happening?"
Guiltily, she set the picture face down on the shelf. She'd said "'til death do us part," but the feelings of betrayal, anger, helplessness and hopelessness; the ever-present deadness in their youngest daughter's eyes... "In good times and in bad" wasn't supposed to mean murder.
mindmaven's debt for car duties! Thank you thank you thank you!leiascully understands the feelings of many Grinnellians, myself included. I am torn.But it's beautiful outside. I got to write drabble in Econ, I got a B+ on my last econ exam (meaning my overall class grade won't suck quite so much) , and all I need for my grad school apps are the letters of recommendation from Trish. I'm good to go.
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tww100's newest challenge, to write a drabble responding to a picture of a bride standing in a window. In Good Times and In Bad
The photographer had done an amazing job, all those years ago. Abbey lifted the picture from the shelf to examine a younger version of herself, staring out the window. At what, she couldn't remember. She'd been giddy, idealistic, so in love...
"Mom?" Zoey was behind her, arm still in a sling. "Dad called... What's happening?"
Guiltily, she set the picture face down on the shelf. She'd said "'til death do us part," but the feelings of betrayal, anger, helplessness and hopelessness; the ever-present deadness in their youngest daughter's eyes... "In good times and in bad" wasn't supposed to mean murder.