Standing in the bright light was a girl in a dress of fine green cloth. She shifted from one foot to the other and did not meet Agathe’s gaze.

“What brings you here, dearie?” Love? Money? Revenge?

“Daniel. I want him to notice me.”

“And he prefers another?” So it was Love.

She selected a vial from the collection on the sill. “Two silvers.” The girl pulled the required coins from her pouch and ran away.

Agathe smiled. Daniel would notice her, but so would all the men. It would not be love for the maiden, only a curse.

I was given the challenge to write a micro-fiction of under 100 words with the prompt “cursed”.  This little tale is what I came up with.  Challenges are fun and stretch your writing skills.  I thought that I’d share this one with you.