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Weekly Contest #35
The aisle appeared to be floating, being beset with the white petals of roses, their fragrance mingling with the smell of sunlight, grass and lilies. The pews of the greenhouse converted chapel were full of guests for the occasion, coming from many different countries… and from different worlds. Sief inhaled deeply, the colours and sounds blurring around her; silk dresses of different cuts and lace, denim and suede leather coats; green, yellow, blue, pink, white, black, red, silver. She opened her eyes again. Someone patted her arm. “A littl...
Alec promised himself something the Autumn previous to that Spring... He had written it down carefully on a piece of browned paper in clean crisp letters. Alec remembered that day very clearly. It had been quite sunny though the trees were turned red and browned orange, piles of the trees old leaves littering the ground. He had seen her that day - he had asked for her to come for an outing with him and his niece. She had laughed at all his bad jokes and frowned at his brother Magnus when he'd sniped over some 'annoying' comment over the coff...
The sun looks so beautiful today. How the light shines through the trees' first budded leaves, I can't remember a recent time that I felt so peaceful and... happy. Sief walked along the grassy fielded path towards her favourite park. She loved it for the trees and hedges surrounding the green gardens and their aristocratic flowerbeds. It was quite deserted on the fields and small wooded parts she loved so, but that was why she loved it. She sighed. I love how quiet it is, not a soul to pester me; an entire evening kept to myself... and my on...
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