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Thursday, 16 June 2011

Garden Room ~ Thursday Tale

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This picture was presented last Thursday for the challenge.
Here's my Flash Fiction piece


The Garden Room by Madeleine Maddocks

The garden room had always been Theodora’s favourite place. It was where she could always find Grandpa George when she wanted solace and advice. Today she needed him more than ever. Dressed in her pure white wedding dress and veil, she felt ready to crumple like the falling petals of a crushed rose; knowing she was about to embark on the biggest journey of her life without the support and advice of her beloved mentor.

“Grandpa George” she whispered, the words catching in her throat like tattered tissues, as her shoulders trembled.

A unexpected breeze in the enclosed room filled her nostrils with the scent of tobacco and orange blossom, as though Grandpa George himself were comforting her from the shadows, while the leaves from the Swiss Cheese Plant clustered and nudged her shoulders. Theodora swallowed and stood tall.
“Thank you” she whispered. “I love you, too”

(147 words)
Posted by scribbleandedit.blogspot.co.uk at 07:00

17 comments:

  1. Sarah Tokeley16 June 2011 at 07:54

    Aww what a nice start to my day. Thank you :)

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  2. Ellie Garratt16 June 2011 at 08:06

    A beautiful and touching story.

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  3. Lynda R Young as Elle Cardy16 June 2011 at 08:09

    A lovely story. :)

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  4. Old Kitty16 June 2011 at 12:51

    Awwwwwwwwwww!! How lovely!!!! Awwww I loved this very much!! Yay! take care
    x

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  5. Suze16 June 2011 at 13:36

    'The scent of tobacco and orange blossoms' fills me with a funny sort of yearning. I can see the garden room based on that elegant description, alone. Funny as my sense of smell-- or at least the memory of it-- created a scene for my mind's eye. Beautifully captured, Madeleine.

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  6. A Daft Scots Lass16 June 2011 at 14:01

    Look at that fantastic dress.

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  7. Talli Roland16 June 2011 at 18:45

    Oh, that's wonderful, Madeleine!

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  8. Maria Zannini16 June 2011 at 20:47

    Very haunting, yet sweet. A perfect complement to the picture.

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  9. Margo Benson16 June 2011 at 22:24

    So perfectly beautiful. Gave me goosepimples.

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  10. Michael Di Gesu17 June 2011 at 03:26

    Terrific piece of Flash fiction, Madeleine...

    Lovely sensitivity and emotion. Well done!

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  11. Lisa Potts17 June 2011 at 11:14

    I loved this flash piece! Well done.

    Also, tag you're IT!

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  12. Tarang Sinha17 June 2011 at 11:36

    A very poignant tale. You crafted it well.

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  13. Unknown17 June 2011 at 14:05

    Oh, that is beautiful and sad at the same time. Love how you brought in the sense of smell.

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  14. Shail Raghuvanshi17 June 2011 at 15:24

    That was beautiful, Madeleine.

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  15. Rachna Chhabria17 June 2011 at 17:48

    A touching story, Madeleine. Very poignant.

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  16. Creativity17 June 2011 at 18:42

    Sooo Beautiful Touching Write Up :)

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  17. Madeleine Begun Kane20 June 2011 at 09:52

    Delightful and touching!

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