minas tirith drabble

[marginalia]

untitled for monkeycrackmary's minas tirith drabble challenge. it's more effective in context.

She imagines the scent of the flowers around her, sickly sweet. Petals crushed as the soldiers ride out, a funeral procession where no men need carry the bodies. Wives and mothers, sweethearts and children, withered and wounded all watch with her. They murmur of their loss and of hers, such a new bride to be left alone. She has a mad desire to laugh at them all, the solemn old women. They know nothing.

Her blood came this morning, a great gift. A gift overshadowed only by his heavy form riding away.

She hopes now that he does not return.

Comments

[ljash.livejournal.com]

I thought this was kind of neat when I read it. But it's really striking in context--when you're reading all the other entries and come across it in the list. In the story, this woman stands out in the middle of mourning wives and mothers, but it's so much stronger when the story is standing out in the middle of other stories of mourning wives and mothers.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

i think that's very true. that's part of why the first thing i asked melinda was if she had read the others.

it's odd. usually i want things to be able to stand so alone. but i like how this works in the thread.

thank you :)