for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Solitudinarian and the limit, ninety words.
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A solitudinarian, isolated from the frenzied existence of the townsfolk beyond. Her home, a wooden shack nestled in a wildwood. Everything she requires, desires, surrounds her. No need to talk. No one to hear.
In the silvery light of a misty dawn, her eyes are drawn to a hazy apparition rippling ‘midst the trees. A spirit maybe for ‘tis said spirits dwell in these woods.
Mesmerised, she wanders barefoot through quivering blades of dewy grass and into the mystical miasma.
What lies beyond only she knows. She, and she alone.
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Hauntingly lovely
I’m so pleased you found it so Sadje, thank you.
You’re welcome my friend
Mesmerising. Like the artwork too.
Thanks so much, Iain.
Sounds iffy to me. I generally avoid miasmas — and for sure mystic ones. :0
Good hook for a tale to tremble by.
I agree, best avoided! Cheers, Christine.
Perfect from beginning to end.!
Delightfully told! Excellent!
Thanks for your lovely comment, Jen.
😊
Ah, so lovely! I hope whatever she found, felt like home.
I’m fairly confident Na’ama!
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You make me think it’s a good spirit she found. Such a beautiful picture you conjure up here. Happy, sigh.
That’s what I had in mind, but I thought I’d leave it to the reader to interpret it as they wished. Thanks, Jenne.
It sounds like something good and beautiful helped her cross over.
I think so. Thanks, Mimi .
Dear Keith,
Ephemeral and lovely. Both the story and your graphics.
Shalom,
Rochelle
That’s most kind of you Rochelle, thank you.
Beautiful. 💖
Thanks so much.
Beautiful and intriguing A very poetic story I enjoyed this a lot
I’m pleased! Thanks so much, Marja.