The Blood-Stained Dress — Flash Fiction

Stan Cromlish
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read

She watched the blood-stained dress burn, and it brought to mind the memories of the life she had lived until now. By April 1865, her family had lost everything and would eventually lose the only home she had ever known on the banks of the Albemarle Sound. Her wedding in May of that year to Edwin was not the social event that her sisters had experienced in the heady days of high cotton prices and indulgent wealth, but…

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Stan Cromlish

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From personal essays about life lessons, writing, politics, etc. to historical fiction, I write about life today and life past. Check out stancromlishbooks.com

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