Status: Short Story remake of "The Girl with the Green Ribbon".
Green Ribbon, Green Ribbon
tight.
"Come here, my darling," Lulu wheezed, reaching out a withered hand.
I took it, caressing it against my face for what might have been the last time. I looked over my dying wife; her youth, having long since faded, had been replaced by illness. She now lay more frail than ever on the bed we had spent so much time together in.
"I still. . ." She paused, taking in a deep breath. ". . . owe you a secret. . ."
I smiled sadly. "Not now--"
She interrupted me with a cough. When Lulu had finished her fit, she patted my hand. "The time has come."
I stared at her through tear stained vision, then reached for the end of that green ribbon. It was still as beautiful and new looking as it had been when we had first met. As I pulled the silk, I expected something like a scar or birth mark.
Lulu smiled for the last time.
The ribbon slid from her skin, and to my horror and dismay, it wasn't a scar or birthmark or anything of the nature.
All I'll say is this:
Lulu's ribbon kept her head on tight.
I took it, caressing it against my face for what might have been the last time. I looked over my dying wife; her youth, having long since faded, had been replaced by illness. She now lay more frail than ever on the bed we had spent so much time together in.
"I still. . ." She paused, taking in a deep breath. ". . . owe you a secret. . ."
I smiled sadly. "Not now--"
She interrupted me with a cough. When Lulu had finished her fit, she patted my hand. "The time has come."
I stared at her through tear stained vision, then reached for the end of that green ribbon. It was still as beautiful and new looking as it had been when we had first met. As I pulled the silk, I expected something like a scar or birth mark.
Lulu smiled for the last time.
The ribbon slid from her skin, and to my horror and dismay, it wasn't a scar or birthmark or anything of the nature.
All I'll say is this:
Lulu's ribbon kept her head on tight.
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Done