Even through her myopic eyes the dazzling light from the salt basin was beautiful. Her glasses were gone, she was alone.
If you’re going to die, she thought, at least it’ll be lovely.
Written for the weekend Trifecta challenge:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-seven.html
Breathing In 
I like the thought at the end. Sad, and yet hopeful at the same time. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Sad and beautiful…
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Yeah, I couldn’t think of another way to do this prompt and liked the way this turned out.
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A moving write. Thanks for sharing!
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I’m just glad there are prompts in the first place.
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So much left unsaid – was she there on purpose, or did she lose her way? I like that you leave it ambiguous.
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