They say many have a special place that is all important. They become part of it and it becomes part of them.
Others have an attachment to a defining thing, or even an idea.
I have been thinking about my life and wondering. What else can I do with the time?
I can remember sitting in Mother’s lap as she told me how pretty I will someday be in my wedding dress. She never called me pretty.
Perhaps I was more fixated on the dress than the man.
That same dress I was wearing as my new husband murdered me.
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word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ John Nixon. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.
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I have been away from Friday Fictioneers for a few weeks. I am hoping I will have time this week to read other posts…
Trent's World (the Blog) 
Sad ending. Poor girl.
Yes, many times we focus more on the wedding things like dress and event.
But, here the marriage was not even given a chance as the criminal husband murdered her…
My story-
Are You There? – Anita
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Yes, very sad. Some people get fixated on the trappings of life instead of the things that are important. Usually it doesn’t end quite this bad, but perhaps if she was more interested in finding a life partner than a groom…
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Not a good ending for the poor girl, but a great one for the story.
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No, her story ended where it should been beginning. Thanks
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And, now thers’ blood all over the dress. That’s a problem. 😳
Good one, Trent. Glad your back to FF.
Isadora 😎
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He strangled her, so the little mess was easily cleaned up before it went to the second hand store ;) Thanks, Isadora!
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I just saw a newspaper article on a strangulation of a young woman (18) by her boyfriend (19). It’s a horriffic death and gruesome. Now, I’ll wonder when I see something at a thrift shop if it has a horrifying history. You did capture the chilling feeling. Have a good Sunday … Isadora 😎
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Hmm, yeah… OK, from now on I only buy new ;) Thanks, you too, have a great Sunday.
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I think that will work better. New – rules. HA HA
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Yep, just in case…
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Gosh that took a turn for the worse.
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I’m not sure why, but seems that Friday Fictioneer often brings out the dark side in our writing…
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It is that obligatory sudden plot twist or revelation that a short story needs, perhaps?
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It could be. I do know that the 100 word format really needs those plot twists and last-line-zingers more than a longer story. Not a 100% neccisity, but is the easiest way to add interest.
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Distracted is not a good place to be when choosing a til-death-do-us-part partner; yet it is often exactly what we are when we are in love. I feel bad for the bride :(
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No, you need to go into that life-long commitment for exactly the right reasons with eyes wide open. Most of the time that “death do us part” part doesn’t happen quite so soon, but… The poor bride is a sad case.
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Great – that last line caught me out!
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Wasn’t prepared for that last line. Nice story.
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Thanks.
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So sad, a story to get one thinking
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A short tragic live followed by a long, tragic afterlife…
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Makes me wonder if she had better self esteem as a child if she would have chosen a different husband. Nice twist. I didn’t see it coming.
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That was part of what I was trying to squeeze into those 100 words – she had low self esteem yet some how had the idea that being a bride would make things better, so she got married to the wrong person for the wrong reason… Thanks.
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Very nicely done. 👍🏾
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Thanks!
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Nice pitch, Trent. But the curve at the end caught me looking. Well done.
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Thanks (and I won’t tell you ho long I sat here trying to think of a baseball pun that made sense, though I think I struck out on that attempt).
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I understand, Trent. Ya win some, ya lose some, and the rest get rained out. :-)
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Haunting is the privilege of the murdered bride, the woman in white that screams along the corridors of life.
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It is, though I think some would call it more of a curse than a privilege…
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Oy! I was NOT expecting that! Excellent twist.
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Thanks!
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Dark! I like it, lots of subtext here.
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Thanks, Shannon.
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I’ve often wondered if the souls of the dead live within mannequins, and I think you’ve just confirmed it! Nice one.
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Some mannequins are pretty creepy, and this one creepier than most, so I think they must. Thanks.
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There’s definitely something special about a wedding dress. As an organist, I’ve been to hundreds of weddings, and I can’t remember one where the bride didn’t look radiantly beautiful (ahem – the same cannot be said of the men, alas). But how sad that her mother never called her pretty. Then again, should women be defined by their looks? Emphatically not!
Now look what you’ve done, Trent. Got me all fired up and on my soapbox! Good story with many layers.
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Nobody should be defined by their looks, but there is something special about a bride… and this poor woman will always be that bride, haunting her old dress forever. I think (in my fictional universe) it/she has been in the window of that second hand store for years, perhaps decades, with no buyers.
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That’s a really sad thought, Trent.
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Yes, but then, I guess we can imagine someone buying it tomorrow and freeing this poor woman…
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wonderful unexpected twist to your story
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Thanks. Something about that dress just seemed ghostly…
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A tragic life, told through a defining object. Well done Trent
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Thanks, Iain.
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Oh, i could not tell this story to a friend of mine who just has had her hen party. Lol xx Michael
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As long as she isn’t obsessed with being a bride… lol. Thanks for the reblog
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A dark tale.
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I don’t know why that wedding dress in the window just called out for a ghost story..
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It looks a bit surreal, perhaps due to the presence of reflections on the glass panel.
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Yes, the reflections, but mostly in the way they hide the mannequin so it looks almost like a living person staring out of the window.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Dear Trent,
Oooh. A voice from beyond the grave. Kind of sad that her mother never told her she was pretty. Good one. Lots of story between the lines.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A very sad story – If ghosts exist, I think have a sad background increases your chance of becoming one… Thanks, Rochelle
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