Today on Microdosing our prompt WITHER!
Write a story in 60 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
“I have to leave for a work thing.”
A rose petal falls.
“I know it's our anniversary, but I can't be there.”
A rose petal falls.
“I will be late again, don't wait up.”
A rose petal falls.
“I'm sorry this is not working anymore.”
The rose, withered and frail, turns into dust over a pair of rings and a signer paper.
We’re back to our regular product! I hope you enjoyed the story and can’t wait to see what you come up with for this withering prompt!
When Jonathan stumbled back through billowing ash, her screaming stopped. A deep calm spread. It was over. Her dark love was gone.
Coughing, Jonathan bent over her. A pale hand rose to his cheek, fingertips sparking memories.
As her skin began to flake, she wanted to tell him not to cry. But the words withered and died, along with her.
While I don't hate it the word wither is lacking
A word as foreboding as wither is actually just about nature
Nature is grand because nothing really dies just food for what's next
So the next time you fret about wither -- remember the glory of the next step
Nature recycles everything and the best is yet to come -- wither come hither