Once, far decades ago, love was more than a dream or hope…it was an unscheduled expectation; a promised someday….perhaps even a divine obligation waiting to be fulfilled.
But evidently not for her.
No, on some obscure list her name had been marked through with a heavy black line.
A thorny-bracelet mark on her heart was seared brand yet oozing, gall wending through arteries up into her aubergine-clouded eyes, painting the message for all to read: “damaged goods, beware”.
She stands, back plank-rigid against the coastal wind, gazing undecided at incoming dark sapphire tide.
She could vow a million times that it doesn’t matter, “tell almost the whole story” to herself…but the sirens ever call her, a serenade of sea’s soothing depths.
Denise hosts Six Sentence Stories each week. Her prompt word this time is “mark”, and she includes the quote by Anne Sexton: “Tell almost the whole story.”
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