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The snowfall was heavy. Resplendent in her white dress, she didn't feel the cold. Today was the most beautiful day of her life. A second chance at happiness, for her, the misfit. At first, she didn't notice the sombre faces of the guests nor the priest's worried expression.
Then she heard the gossip in the crowd. 'He's not coming... cold feet... doubt.'
One by one, they left. They didn't look back.
She sat, sobbing, on the slippery stairs of the church. There she remained, alone and forgotten, until two wedding bands rolled from her frozen hand onto the glistening snow.

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    Tony Spencer over 9 years ago

    Noble in its sadness, well done.

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    Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago

    Brilliant last paragraph, very touching drabble, Francine.

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    Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago

    I had to read that one three times. I agree, the last paragraph really made me think.

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    Horrorshow over 9 years ago

    Outstanding writing.

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    Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago

    To me this is what a drabble is all about - a brief, vivid, moving image. A picture in a hundred words. Very good drabble.

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    Frenchie over 9 years ago

    Thank you my friends. I actually felt very sad too while writing it.

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    Neville Hunt over 8 years ago

    Moving. Very well written.

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