Note: My other fic, "Or Something," was also written for this challenge, but went over the 100 word limit.
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Challenge #2: Two people and a photograph.
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She's supposed to remember the ceremony. Posing for pictures with the wedding party in Spring's warm breeze. And the newlyweds' first dance.
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Instead she remembers blue eyes across the aisle. Arms from behind, surprisingly tight, warm breath on her neck. And a hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling into darkness.
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She looks down at the picture and smiles. The Maid of Honor and Best Man always get their own picture together.
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She's supposed to remember it as the day Ephram married Amy. But to Deliah it will always be the day Bright Abbott's tongue found it's way into her mouth.
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Challenge #2: Two people and a photograph.
(Future)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
She's supposed to remember the ceremony. Posing for pictures with the wedding party in Spring's warm breeze. And the newlyweds' first dance.
.
.
Instead she remembers blue eyes across the aisle. Arms from behind, surprisingly tight, warm breath on her neck. And a hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling into darkness.
.
.
She looks down at the picture and smiles. The Maid of Honor and Best Man always get their own picture together.
.
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She's supposed to remember it as the day Ephram married Amy. But to Deliah it will always be the day Bright Abbott's tongue found it's way into her mouth.
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