Over on Lillie McFerrin’s blog, there’s a cool thing you can do called Five Sentence Fiction. She gives you a prompt, you write a five-sentence story about it. This week’s prompt was Festival…
The mothers spent the morning weaving buds and flowers into their daughters’ golden hair.
Pinching cheeks to ensure a rosy glow, brushing a little charcoal at the edge of eyelids, each older hand beautified a younger face.
The girls skittered in nervous excitement; which of them would be Queen of the May?
As the musicians tuned up, the mothers felt a flutter of fear inside.
Everyone knew what happened to the May Queen.