Rhiannon Gustafson
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An Archway on a Beach
The archway looms over her, tall, imposing and covered in clusters of soft pink and white roses, it’s rather daunting after everything that has just happened. She rubs her raw cheeks, the feeling of tears still there despite the lack of fluid left in her eyes. Tomorrow was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, she was supposed to marry ‘the one’. Right now she would have been attending her rehearsal dinner but instead she is sitting under the elegant archway on the beach, hugging her knees to her chest as she embeds herself in the sand. Her, now ex, fiancée had asked for the engagement ring back after they broke her heart but she refused and left them there with their hand outstretched. That beautiful sapphire embedded in expensive silver is currently on its way to the bottom of the ocean. She knows it’s cliche, tossing the ring into the sea, but she understands why the women in the movies do it, it really does feel liberating. However that feeling didn't last long and she was soon sobbing her heart out on the white sandy beach the day before what should have been the best day of her life.
By Rhiannon Gustafsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Owl and The Scaredy Cat
He’s a tall man, tousled brown hair and stern features. He’s dressed oddly considering the circumstances, a long sleeve white dress shirt that’s greying from repeated wear and has a slight tear in the upper left arm, the shirt is tucked into formal black dress trousers and covered by a beige waistcoat with a pair of cracked reading glasses tucked into the small pocket.
By Rhiannon Gustafson3 years ago in Fiction