100 Worder: Glint
Polly Sinclair
Freshly squeezed orange juice
She stretched out her arm across the bed. A fleck of gold from the lapis lazuli beads still around her wrist caught the light and momentarily dazzled her.
Shane sighed heavily in his sleep but she had woken early; visions of missed trains and broken heels disturbing her slumber.
The clock blinked to 6:39 and she knew it was only a minute before the alarm would sound. She relished the blanket of peace and tranquillity that enveloped them.
Today was the day. Everything had been leading here and in just a few hours she would finally know her fate.
About the Author
Polly
is a busy lady with lots of jobs, a couple of children and a dog called Jelly!
Usually a short story writer, she’s diversifying with really short stories and
a novel just to mix it up!
Published July 26 2016
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