FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
Her playmates had chanted out the letters, "M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E", followed by, "first comes love, then comes marriage, here comes Mary with a baby carriage".
Sixteen's first love and petals went flying, "He loves me, he loves me not".
IV lines lay across her wrinkled hand.
He'd been gone ten years.
Would she be with him soon?
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