With a nod of appreciation to the master, Charles Dickens, for the seed I borrowed to grow my story, I offer my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Hop over to the host site and find out how to contribute your own 100-word story and take part in the fun. The photo prompt was provided by Jan Wayne Fields.
THE HAVISHAM CURSE
The priceless, ornate table wear was arranged in perfect symmetry, awaiting the wedding breakfast. Each piece of tarnished silver lay untouched beside the once royal blue linen napkins, now faded to dusty gray. They matched the layers of dust that veiled the sparkle of crystal goblets and smothered the plates and bowls at each setting. Alicia stood at the dingy window, looking out. It no longer reflected her once white gown, fraying now at its yellowed edges. Her rose bouquet lay on the table, virtually petrified. Still, she waited. Edgar had promised to marry her. She mustn’t lose hope yet.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Very Bronte – esque Sandra, and very well done!
Thank you, Gilly.
Dear Sandra,
I loved the Dickens out of this. (maybe it’s time to go to bed 😉 ) Your descriptions are vivid. This one will linger.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Well, I’m glad that I hadn’t gone to bed yet, because your comment gave me a laugh that I really needed tonight. Thanks so much.
Cool 100 words.
Thank you, Paul. And I think it’s the first time in my life I’ve written a story that I didn’t have to STRUGGLE to squeeze into just 100 words.
Never lose hope.
Randy
Ah yes. At least she has not (yet) copied Miss Havisam’s scheming. So interesting we found the same connection in the picture. Love the description of the table, and at least it was lacking the wedding-cake.
Lovely descriptions, evoking the grief and disappointment she feels. Her hopefulness is tragic.
Thank you, Margaret. It’s a little more tragic than the stuff I usually write, but since it was so short, I was able to bear it. If it had been a full story, I probably wouldn’t have taken such an unhappy vein.
I’m confident Edgar will show. Just give him two or three more decades.