A New Bloom

I had made the promise long ago: too long.It wasn’t that I didn’t want to keep it. Rather, I wanted to keep it too well — it had to be perfect.Because she was my sister.See? I am still not ready to make good on the promise. I said she ‘was’ my sister. She is my sister — she’s alive, she exists! She is only held captive.I have to rescue her, no matter how long it takes.I will continue planning until I get it just right. Until then, I’ll stay here, watching over her from a safe distance.

I offer this 100-word tale for this week’s — the last — SCPP.