She woke up wishing the day over. The early morning sunshine lit up the red gown like a warning beacon and oh, how she wanted to heed it. She brushed her fingertips over the shimmering fabric. Beautiful frock, but bright coral red didn’t suit her.
Colour didn’t suit her. She wanted to wear a simple black number, but Mother wouldn’t have it.
‘You will be presented to society in a style that befits your father’s status.’
She lived her life trapped in a Jane Austen novel and she wanted out. Words wouldn’t sway Mother. Cutting the dress into ribbons might.
That’s an excellent photo prompt for FFfAW this week – I’m looking forward to reading the stories it sparks.