50 Word Stories – Marmoreal

She stood under the low lispings of the summer rain–a marmoreal statue: cold and aloof. The irised drops glistened on her ivory skin like fairy-rain. With outstretched hands similar to that of goblets, she scooped the fragrance out of the drizzle, and dissolved into the wild seas of pain.

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