Three Line Tales: Roses

For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.

photo by Girl with red hat via Unsplash

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It was spring, the birds were singing madly, the alley was hung with roses, and her feet flew as she ran to meet him, standing open-armed in the doorway at the end.

The future had been strewn with rose petals, a long sun-lit alley of fragrance and happiness, where they would walk side by side, hand in hand.

The alley is empty now; her feet drag through drifts of dead leaves, and at the end, the door is closed and locked, the dream fading.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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