Promise
Goose feathers fill the air like snow, cocooning our giggles in downy white. Our fingers tangle, tighten, promises whispered to stay friends forever. Gentle Gretal presses questions through the door, afraid of the mess we’ve left behind.
“I don’t want to go.” Mellie’s eyes gleam like sapphires as she wraps the ruined pillowcase over her hair, pulling the linen taut like a priestess’ shroud.
It’s my turn to be brave, knowing. “You’ll be back. One year’s Weaving, or two. We’ll both be ladies by then.”
Her crooked smile shines. “Promise?”
“Promise.” But my oath doesn’t feel true.
Written for The Prediction. This week’s challenge words were gentle, goose, and weave. Photo by Womanizer Toys on Unsplash.