The Weakest Link
I couldn't have known, though in hindsight I did.
Music, conversation, laughter. The celebration, the matrimony, the blessing. Food, wine, decadent desserts. There was not a moment out-of-place, nor a tear shed for anything less than overwhelming happiness.
There was so much joy and love. It was in our picture hanging high above the revelers. It was in the decorations, livened by the breeze. It was between friends and family. It was in the air, palpable, as vibrant and alive as every budding flower and buzzing bee. It was in my womb.
It was everywhere, but between us.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Chris Walker over 8 years ago
Very good drabble, Melanie. Try sending it to Cafe Lit (cafelitcreativecafe.blogspot.co.uk) - they publish drabbles as well as short stories.
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D.M. over 8 years ago
I echo the applause above.
Well done! -
Melanie over 8 years ago
@Francis - Thank you. First lines are so important. I'm glad this one worked for you.
@L. Michelle - I am thrilled that you felt so much from this story. And thank you for the compliment about it being publish-worthy. That made me smile.
@Chris - Thank you Chris. Thanks also for the submission suggestion.
@Dr Abbler - Thank you!
@Drew - Such kind words. Thank you.
@D.M. - Much appreciated. Thank you. -
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Just read this as Drabble of the Day, Melanie. I think it’s brilliant.
