Three Line Tale: Flashy

Everyone arrived dressed in black, their faces and moods as grim as their attire.

We were all waiting for her to arrive, not that we expected her to come even for her father’s funeral.

But arrive she did, in her usual flashy attire, like a bright ray of disorienting sunlight piercing through the dark clouds…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 168

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