“I will not marry him.”
Destiny did not prepare the gardener for the sight which greeted him in the morning sun. The noble daughter, sweetly sipping tea while admiring roses, and her gentleman courter writhing in dewy grass. Life did not prepare him to grab the unwitting belle and drag her to a horse.
“You have to go.”
“I will not.” Thin arms surrounded his neck.
Romeo ushered his Juliet onto the nearest mare with a promise he would not be far behind.
I wish I could say the story is only similar in name.
Alas, it ends the same.
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And thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for rounding Friday Fictioneers up.
Oh no!
Thank you for reading
Novel take, a shame it ends badly, again!
Thank you for reading!
You’re welcome.
Life serves a bitter pill, when the illness of love strikes.
Thank you for reading and yes, sometimes it does
Dear Kelley,
Sad when love doesn’t end well. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for reading and for the prompt this week
Yes indeed… ’tis a sad one.
Thank you for reading
That’s an interesting take on the prompt.
Thank you for reading. I had a couple of ideas actually but this was the one that materialized. Reading through a few others it seems I wasn’t the only one! It’s interesting to see when people come up with similar takes on the prompt.