She was the belle of the ball, sought by many, loved even revered.
Her sweet voice rang out clear and strong.
Her beautiful curves shone to perfection.
They hung her in the chapel
where they could hear her every time
someone pulled her rope.
And pull they did, every Sunday, Easter, and twice on Christmas Eve.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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