"So it happened here, eh?"
"Yes."
"How?"
A scroll was drawn from a satchel and unrolled. The two women studied it.
I watched from my window. During the summer, the dwelling spirits within the tower walls hushed; eager to eavesdrop on tourists.
"Poor soul."
"So young."
I twisted my strawberry trendils; waiting for more.
"That white dress; how innocent!"
"My, how her hand-ladies sobbed."
"Gentle he was; guiding her to her death."
The scroll lowered, revealing a lithograph. I examined from afar; straightening my long, pearly-white gown.
Some details were erroneous; sure.
Mostly, however, the painting divulged why I linger.
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Gina C.
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