She passed by him in the hall. Her handbag flailing confidently at her side. What made him think of her as a little girl, arms flailing her bucket on the beach? "Unaware," he thinks to himself, like the innocent child in the sand. How can she possibly know her fate? That he would be her death.
Prompt created by Zoe for http://continuum-art.blogspot.com/
"**Given the character of an elegantly-gowned young lady, write a story in the hard-boiled detective genre, using the subject a bucket and the theme man versus the supernatural."
2 comments:
Magical, I love the rhythm of your story Diane, it is intense, mystical.
Wonderful photograph.
Thank you so much Vesna <3
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