50 Word Stories: Unwished For


She swept across the meadow in bouquets of death. The snowdrops, my favourites, turned black, the early daffodils wilted in grey. She entered my yard without asking and took my hands; I didn’t want to go. Lady Death cajoled me against my wishes. I’d so hoped to stay at home.

22 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Unwished For

  1. I can’t see a stone angel without thinking about Dr Who. Those weeping angels gave me nightmares, me, a grown up!

    I now have another image to add to that nightmare.

    Jolly good, carry on.

  2. I am nominating you for a March madness award, just copy and paste this over 5 blogs if you like to participate. “I’m nominating you for That’s So Jacob’s March Blog Madness! It’s simple: find five interesting blogs today, copy and paste this comment, and give them a follow! http://www.thatssojacob.wordpress.com. Have fun spreading the blog love this month!”

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