vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
fold

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

He bowed and offered his arm.
Ava hesitated long enough that he felt like a fool, but then she, blushing a little, took it.
They walked into the room. Her father sat at a desk, folding a piece of paper, and looked up at their entrance.
"Come in, come in."

[marycatelli]

She would have thought, after all those dances, that she would fall asleep as soon as she sat in the carriage. She carefully adjusted the folds of her skirt and felt as awake as at noon.
The curtains shut out such light as even the late lamps, and moon, brought.

[marycatelli]

She hesitated. "How large is your extra-large?"
The waitress gestured at a plate.
"I'll have it then."
She sat and unfolded her napkin as she waited. The smells were odd. Names came to her as she picked out each one, but she could still tell that she had never smelled them before.

[jbellinger]

“Hiroshi’s wizardry reflected his love for art. I had the honor to watch a third generation disciple of his work his famous origami spell, with the great paper flying and creasing and twisting in the sunlight—now a swan; now a dog.”

“Issey made a fearful weapon from that spell.”

[marycatelli]

such talent!

[jbellinger]

Dumas bent the corners of the cards up. A queen-high flush. He listened to the breathing around the table. Dale—if that was his name—now seemed too calm. It was a friendly game, but…
Dumas decided. He pulled out his watch, sighed, and slid his cards into the center.

[marycatelli]

Decisions, decisions. . . .