As I continue to chip away doggedly at #Blogflash2012, I will say I enjoy taking a word and spinning it in a non-obvious direction.
DAY 12: CELEBRATION
Today is her wedding day. They wove roses in her hair. They scattered fragrant petals in her wake, singing songs of celebration. Her heart swelled when Grandmother blessed them.
“Today you become a woman.” Her mother sewed a coin in her hem for luck, “You will never forget today.”
Then the raiders came. Songs became shouts. Acrid smoke filled the air as the chapel burned.
Everyone was gone. She stood alone on the outskirts of her village and watched it burn. She smelled crushed rose petals.
Today was her wedding day. And tonight she would weave roses in his shroud.