Photo © Marie Gail Stratford
Rulers can be dangerous to love.
They say he married her for her magic. They say he demands too much, giving her no time to recover. They speculate on what disturbing spells she performs, willingly, for her husband.
I’m only a maid. I cannot afford an opinion.
Her hair disintegrates under my gentle comb. I plaster cream on her grey cheeks, administer drops to whiten her eyes.
She is a willow without leaves, a wilted reed, a flower without its petals.
When she collapses, he divorces her.
I don’t believe his new wife loves him. Perhaps that will save her.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to Marie Gail for providing this week’s photo! Click on the link to read other 100-word stories inspired by this photo, or contribute your own.
Bonus points for anyone who understands the title. ((wink wink))
In real life news, I just got back from another excellent writers conference, and I am so excited about writing, WOO HOO! If you haven’t tried these before, I highly recommend them. This one is small enough that you can get to know people, share experiences, learn from others who are farther along the publishing path, and just generally feel supported. There’s nothing like being in a room full of people dealing with the same frustrations you’ve dealt with, who are still excited about writing.