Another series of ramblings.
My dear twin had an assignment for her flash fiction class where they had to write a scene in 55 words: the first sentence is 10 words, the second 9, and so on until the last sentence is one word. So I gave it a whirl.
- Gone -
Hermione clutched tightly to the worn and frayed maroon sweater. She let a few hot tears escape her eyes. She'd fooled herself into believing he loved her. He had taken away her last hope. No, it was more than that. He took with him love. Her desire to love... To feel anything... Except sorrow… Forever.
