the harsh, grating sound of wheels against stony ground drew attention to a grand-ish sort of carriage, not extraordinarily so, but decorated enough to show its owner’s wealth. a pair of birds looked up from their pecking, before hopping away hurriedly as it trundled past near them.
there was a girl in the carriage. her arm rested against the window sill, pushing past embroidered curtains. she gazed longingly out at the wild fields passing by them bathed in warm, friendly sunlight.
she envied the birds their freedom. they got to fly free, unopposed in clear skies while she, well, was on her way to her possible betrothal. she had never even met the man before, she thought bitterly. and she was going to marry him.
“come out of the sun, dear. you’ll ruin your complexion,” her mother fussed, tugging at her arm. she relented, if a little hesitantly, and leant back against her seat.
she allowed herself one last glance outside, as her mother pulled the curtains shut.
Published by Erika Wong