From The Ymp, a drabble based upon a prompt from Inspiration Friday. He told me that this story was inspired by Dr. Who.
There were many things in her life that Amy had stood up to, she was no shrinking violet. The color would have clashed with her hair.
She always attacked things head-on – it was both her greatest strength and most devastating weakness.
No, she wasn’t one for the bended knee. Oh God! I feel sick!
She wondered what Rory was doing. Bet he’s not even noticed I’ve gone, she thought.
But she was back; she had to face her fear.
“Deep breaths, old girl,” she imagined her friend would say, as she stared at her great nemesis…
The white dress.