Five sentence fiction, in which a story is told in five little lines.(Sponsored by Lillie McFerrin Writes)
Feathers
Scene: evening; light, diffused by ripples of the
lagoon leads us to a golden puddle spilling out from the open door of a
ballroom. Gentle sounds of lapping water as a beautiful woman steps gracefully
out of the gondola, gloved hand gently grasping the fingers of a lucky
gentleman there just in time to make every other man envious. She is dressed in
an elegant, inky black evening gown over which she has carelessly thrown a black
velvet cape. Everything is in black,
from her dark raven hair to the blue-black of satin shoes glimpsed beneath her
skirts. All the more dramatic, then, the crimson of her lips and the iridescent
blues and greens of the feathers trimming the mask that had everyone asking: isn't that...?
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