Pending Cancellation
Fiction Shorts word of the day: Elaborate
Oh no, this can’t be happening. I promptly burst into tears.
I reached over, touching Pamela’s forehead again as she lay sleeping fitfully. It was hot to the touch. Pamela has fallen sick at the worst possible moment.
Today is her christening. I’d laid her perfect white dress upon the bed, reaching over to pick her up, when I discovered she is unwell.
My heart dropped at the thought of the elaborate plans made to make this day so special.
With a sinking heart, I left her to sleep and began the myriad of telephone calls to cancel the day.
This drabble has been written as part of the daily Drabble Drop challenge and today's random word, that must be included in the drabble, is 'elaborate'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful idea in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
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Lol, looks like Pamela had different plans than her mom. Loved your drabble!