A long candle in hand, Anne walks down the narrow path towards the garden where the dead roses laid. In the darkness, she reach for a match inside the pocket of her long black gown. Completely drained from evading Lord Fitch and his cursed, itchy, fat fingers, Anne drops the match. The cold wind gently blowing her curls against her eyes as she reach for another. She could not help but cry as she watched the fire arise shining light on her husband's grave stone. Staring at his name through warm tears, she wished she hadn't found out about Henry's family history or spent her entire marriage scolding him for not having money.
3WW: History, Narrow, Spent
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Sad.
Too bad she didn't learn that lesson before it was too late.
Regret is so sad when it is too late to rectify. Six lines to tell a story, very cool.
whaz that saying... better to have loved lost than not love at all.. or something like that... imagine the emptiness of not having experienced love.. she'll know better the next time.. love those 6 sentences.. less is more..
Realisation is often bitter - especially when it comes too late.
intriguing
Quite a delightful dark romance filled with intrigue! Amazing for a few lines!
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Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor, best known for his Meditations on Stoic philosophy, AD 121-180)