The Dress

March 30, 2016 § Leave a comment


 

With a disappointed sigh, the dress allowed itself to be returned to the rack.

It was a whisper of a dress, a ghostly slip of pearl hues that hushed against the other silks and satins.

Oh, to be worn! To glide against summer skin or float on icy air!

But no – back to the rack, this time.

 


Inspired by this wonderfully emotive dangling modifier:

With a sigh of disappointment, the expensive dress was returned to the rack.

 
 

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