She’d always dreamed of a fertile union. In her youth she’d painted her lips cherry-red, desperate to attract a partner to fulfill her desires, only to be left with a sour taste as their rot spread through her life. Now her season was waning – maybe it was time to reach for the promised fruit alone.
This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.
An Enchanted Place 
Bittersweet story, with a fantastic use of imagery!
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Thanks, Magarisa. 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.
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A great take on the prompt; felt a kind of strength in the end, stemming from a choice well made.
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Thanks, Shaun. Making the decision to reach for your dreams alone is never an easy one. Hopefully she’ll find happiness in her choice. 🙂
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Hang in there, she might yet find someone! Quite a sad tale. Love the imagery 🙂
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Thanks, Ali. 🙂 Maybe she’ll find someone once she’s stopped looking, and stopped placing all of her hopes and dreams on her ideal of a perfect relationship and family.
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Beautiful, sometimes you have to reach out to your happiness yourself!
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Very true. Always relying on someone else to make you happy and to fulfill your dreams is the best way to be miserable. Thanks for visiting. 🙂
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Wise words at the end Louise. Lovely take on the lines, a bit heart breaking and sad, but hopeful.
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Nowadays a woman doesn’t always have to rely on a man to give her what she wants. I’m glad you liked it, Mandi. 🙂
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Very sad. 😟. But great imagery! 😊
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I’m glad you liked it, Jessie. Thanks for visiting. 🙂
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Simply delightful!
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Thanks, Chioma. 🙂
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Beautiful photo and very powerful poem! Wonderful!!
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Thanks, PJ. 🙂 I’m glad you liked it.
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