FFfAW : The girl who wept herself away

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Maria with Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you Maria!


 

By the burn she’d sit day after weeping day, shawl pulled tight over bun and bonnet.

The old women – sooty jackdaws on pin legs – took turns to scold her. ‘D’ya think you’re the first? D’ya think y’all be the last? Life is naught but strife.’

Mother came, arms crossed tight as barrel hoops. ‘I could drench the moors o’er my losses,’ she said. ‘Pull up your boots or you’ll settle where you sit and wither to a stump.’

Brother came with hands of bark to haul and maul the lass away home, but still she wept, snatching at the foamy water for the face gone on before.

Then the frosts fell, the burn turned bristly with ice, salting her lashes, cracking on her lips.

When the thaw came she melted too. They found her shawl, the bonnie bonnet now paled, silk orange blossom twisted in the band.

A bloom for love eternal, faded.

 


Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

18 thoughts on “FFfAW : The girl who wept herself away

  1. Loved the final symbolism of orange blossom, also a Classical symbol of virginity, so much poetic justice in her death, I imagined her like that pre-Raphaelite painting of Ophelia but with more iron-blue Northern tones. Thank you. ~ P ~

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    1. Glad you liked the symbolism. Flowers were important for the ancients and for the Victorians too. Love that painting! With all the flowers around her so beautifully painted. Just looked it up – Millais.

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      1. Ah yes! John Edward Millais. Beautiful. He got her to sit for the painting while in a bathtub for realism I assume. She famously died of pneumonia from the long hours exposure. Creepy and beautiful, I thought you’d appreciate it. And of course, the Victorian Language of Flowers as beloved by J.K.Rowling. 😀

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      2. It is a gorgeous image, though poor Lizzie Sidal had a pretty disrupted life full of depression – that’s what living with an artist does for you! 🙂

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    1. Ah, thanks Joy. Glad you felt that way about it, as that was the intention – a story in a style from another age, the kind of mournful tale folk seemed to rather wallow in back then. Thanks so much 🙂

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    1. Hi Bill. I’m VERY patchy at the moment. Child care, getting ready to move, computer issues, trying to finish this novel – all conspiring to keep me away from the blog. About to take on some temporary extra work too, so the blogging will not improve, I fear! I’ll still keep popping by your blog when I can, though. 🙂

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