MY SHORT, SHORT STORY

Painting by Alan Ayers

She looked longingly at her home. It seemed to rise warily into the foggy morning, stretching, reaching, trying to feel the warmth of the sunshine penetrate it's cold brick walls.
Burleigh Hall had been her home for as long as she could remember. She was to be married tomorrow. Not to someone of her own choosing, but rather to further her families fortunes and gain a new title.
This was a girl who dreamed of her white knight....her one true love...who envisioned the heat of a passionate love marriage. For years, she dutifully practised the pianoforte, stitched tapestries resplendent in golds and crimsons, all the while dreaming of the pleasure she would bring to her husband with such accomplishments.
But life had other plans for her........tomorrow she was to be wed and tonight she would meet her affianced husband for the first time. She had been told it was her duty......it was expected of her..........

And so, this morning, she climbed to the meadow..............
to dream............
one last time...........
and to wonder..............
if things would be different...............
in another place........another time.
And she wept!
(These are my thoughts as I looked at the picture......
what story do you see as you study the drawing?)