Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Twenty-One

It was a trifling thing. A handmade fan. Out of place among the costly claustrophobia of her existence. 

And yet. To carry it would change her life.

If she was brave.

The young scholar who laid his heart at her feet could offer none of the material magnificence she had become accustomed to, though he was handsome enough to dent her heart and clever enough to go far. With the right woman at his side. 

Wei decided that woman would be her and she carried his paper fan with as much pride as if it was the most precious jade.

©️jj 2019

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