She sat on the antiquity store’s floor and opened the diary – forcing its bent blackened silver latch. The first water-stained page said Miriam‘s Property. Turning that page, she began to read the faded script.
Dearest sister. I shall explain only here. It is far too difficult to say aloud, as surely your tears would flow. We have shared our mother’s womb; secrets; our very clothes. Never have we needed a mirror as our faces reflect each other’s. But I am no longer you. I long to experience more than our future holds. More than mother dearest teaches us; than father expects. You gossip with ladies on our streets. I near choke as dust engulfs my dreams. We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. And so tonight, I
There were no more words. Just empty pages ~ fragile and mildewed, minus Miriam’s hand.
Written a bit late for Monday’s dVerse prosery prompt; posted today for OLN.
Prosery is a form unique to dVerse: flash fiction, no more than 144 words, that includes a given line of poetry, exactly as it is written.
Merril asked us to include the line “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.” The line is from Gwendolyn Brooks’ poem An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.
lillian the home poet 
The line fits so well and I want to know more! 😊
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Intriguing!
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Wonderful prosery, so well penned I forgot it was a prompt. A mini-adventure, a literary tease, clever ruse; smile.
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It’s never too late for a story left untold, Lill. I would love to find a hand-written journal like that, such an intriguing mystery. I love the idea that the sisters never ‘needed a mirror as our faces reflect each other’s’. I would love to read more!
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Oh, oh, oh! WHAT HAPPENED? You’ve got me completely sucked in here.
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I like how the diary ended right at the beginning.
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Definitely left me wanting to know more!
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Very good backgrounder but you left us hanging out there. For me, old items bring a lot of mystery.
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I want to know what happened next! 💝 This is so cleverly constructed 😀
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Some secrets are better kept.
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What an intriguing and magical use of the given phrase. Beautiful work.
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I love stories that open to another world of imagination… I wonder what happened, but I fear nothing good happened afterward,
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I love how you set the stage here, and how you left at the end, with a mystery: what happened to her twin sister….
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What is unspoken often says the most. (K)
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I really love the way you draw us into the story and then leave us hanging at the end! So well done!
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kaykuala
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. And so tonight, I…..
There were no more words. Just empty pages ~ fragile and mildewed, minus Miriam’s
A parting of ways among siblings is difficult to accept let alone writing it down. It’s a personal tragedy!
Hank
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I was really engrossed in this, despite its brevity. It pulled me in immediately and did not let go. The given line also flowed so naturally.
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Sitting here, reading this, goosebumps all over. Perfection.
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