Random Writing Challenge 1: Time Travel

Lena stared at the dress spread before her on the bed, like a gunman facing his enemy in a duel. It was 6AM, her daughter Grace was in the shower.  She doubted that the girl had any sleep. Lena wanted to spend the last night with her daughter chatting in bed, maybe even brushing her hair. But the girl insisted on being alone, perhaps contemplating her future, perhaps fussing over the dress, the shoes, the veil, etcetera. Grace loved planning and seemed to enjoy that her mother was part of it.

They picked the dress together, silvery white with a sculptural neckline ala modern Maria Clara. Grace looked lovely in it. Lena reached out and caressed the folds, proud of her choice.

Of course she had to be part of everything here. After all, she was the mother. When Grace turned 21, she announced that she’d be working abroad. Two months later, she was gone. Turns out she had been planning secretly for years. And now she comes back, only to be married away, taken away forever.

The girl stepped out of the shower in a towel.  “Ma, can you check if the flowers have come, please? And do start getting ready. I want my mother to be the prettiest mother-of-the bride ever.”

That was Lena’s cue to exit. Ten minutes later came stylists, flowers and chaos. All that Lena heard was the roar of the hairdryer drowning the dull thumping of her heart.

At around 8AM, Grace stood and sashayed around, “How do I look?”

Lena couldn’t decide on puffing out her chest in pride or tearing the veil off Grace’s head. She settled on a hug. “You are so grown up, so beautiful! He better take care of you.” They giggled away the tears.

She would not let go of Grace’s hand as they drove to church.


With all the people around her, Lena felt alone walking down the aisle. Her gloved escort, a tall lovely young man, held her arm gently. She had her hands at her back as they walked, resigned to her fate but hoepful for Grace’s future.

At the end of the aisle her gloved escort helped her lie down the gurney, a few more people strapped her in. She did not even feel the prick of the needle as it went into her arm.

Beyond the glass wall, Grace sat asleep on her Grandma’s lap, sucking her thumb. Lena tearfully smiled.

At 12:13PM, Lena Aberin, found guilty of three counts of Murder 1, was pronounced dead.


Hi Pinsan,

I hope you liked the first piece in our Random Writing Challenge. I’m afraid I went over the 300 word limit but I hope I did well. Your feedback will be well appreciated, after all, I have written anything in ages. Anyway, it’s your turn! Your topic is Bills and Receipts. Enjoy!

Much love,

Your Ate


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