New, but very glad to have found this community. First drabble in response to Challenge #6. Um, 88 words over the limit, but if it helps, am dissatisfied with the ending. :)
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Mary glanced to the side and smiled slightly at Will as they walked down the country lane in silence. She hadn’t been sure if a vacation was the best option for her meager finances, but it had allotted Will a welcome distraction from home, and memories. Now, strolling along the quiet road as snow drifted down from the winter sky, he looked almost content. Mary looked back towards the sky; the lazy journey of a million snowflakes completely captivating. It almost looked like Dust, sans the gentle golden color that emanated from those particles.
As she had been enthralled by the snowfall, Mary didn’t see the twisted root in the road ahead and suddenly found herself on the ground, hand throbbing from where she had tried to brace her fall. Will rushed to her side and gently lifted her hand from where she’d been clutching it to her chest, taking out a handkerchief and wiping at a cut that had appeared on her fair skin. Mary scoffed at the wound.
“Mary,” Will said, chuckling quietly, “You should be more careful. Wouldn’t want to lose a finger now, would you?”
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Mary glanced to the side and smiled slightly at Will as they walked down the country lane in silence. She hadn’t been sure if a vacation was the best option for her meager finances, but it had allotted Will a welcome distraction from home, and memories. Now, strolling along the quiet road as snow drifted down from the winter sky, he looked almost content. Mary looked back towards the sky; the lazy journey of a million snowflakes completely captivating. It almost looked like Dust, sans the gentle golden color that emanated from those particles.
As she had been enthralled by the snowfall, Mary didn’t see the twisted root in the road ahead and suddenly found herself on the ground, hand throbbing from where she had tried to brace her fall. Will rushed to her side and gently lifted her hand from where she’d been clutching it to her chest, taking out a handkerchief and wiping at a cut that had appeared on her fair skin. Mary scoffed at the wound.
“Mary,” Will said, chuckling quietly, “You should be more careful. Wouldn’t want to lose a finger now, would you?”
