This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly blog hop where we all write stories of about 100 words (this one is slightly under – yay) in response to a prompt. To join in and to see more stories, click the blue froggy!
Maiden’s Lament
I never look back to see the sun set through the tears that cloud my vision. I thought this time would be different. You would accept me for who I am.
I can still remember the awe on your face as the many-colored rays cascaded around my relaxed body, thrumming with ancient magic.
“You said you were different but wow,” you said, smiling in awe.
The glances came later, the suspicions, the moments of fear when I got angry.
I’m sorry.
I take wing, now a glistening swan, my preferred form. I never look back again.
Anne Higa 
I think that different doesn’t always sit well… might not be the last parting.
Dear Anne,
Love doesn’t always conquer all, does it? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Lovely story.
I found this story rather interesting, in fact magical.
Nice play on shapeshifting species! I don’t blame her for not wanting to try out human form again. This whole humanness is quite the journey. lol.
Those mortal boys are such whoosies.
Quite a mystical story and well written Anne. 🙂 — Suzanne
Lovely. What an unusual twist on the Leda myth. I like the echo of the opening line at the end, and the narrator’s feelings come through powerfully.