Voice number four for the prompt “rained out picnic.”
Third voice for the prompt “rained out picnic.”
Second voice for the prompt “rained out picnic.”
She wist not what howling winds and dank rains
The heavens might let fall that merry day,
So kneeling her down before the window,
Begged Saint Medard sunshine for the morrow.
So it begins! I’m experimenting with third person voices this year, using “rained out picnic” as a prompt.
A little piece of fiction that’s been hanging in my head for awhile. It’s too long and too schmaltzy, but I don’t have time to shorten it – and we’ll just chalk it up to the self-indulgence of the hopeless romantic, eh? Constructive criticism welcome.
Photo by Chris Costes