I was hurrying my fastest
While the sun was shining its fiercest
But my body was doing its utmost
My efforts to resist
I tripped
I stumbled
I fell
And from amongst the grasses I heard Hobland’s church bell toll
Crumpled on the roadside I cried
As with a lambent fizzle all hope died
I couldn’t stop her from becoming a bride
62 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fizzle

Such a poignant poem.
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Thank you, Sadje. I’m not quite sure what the backstory to it is, it just formed in my head and that was that
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I think that is the best way to be. The writer and reader can guess it together
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Thank you. It is, after all, flash fiction. Or mini-micro-nano-fiction
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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🙏❤️
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You tried!
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Valiantly!
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All efforts were made within his/her capabilities!
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Absolutely yes. And on such a day 🥰
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😊
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Very creative. Enjoyed this one.
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