Today’s
prompt: They found his diary under his bed.
When Lord and Lady Montague entered Romeo’s
room, it looked just as their son had left it. The bed was a-tumble, his
clothes draped on a chair. The candle had burned down in the candlestick, and his
feathered cap hung on the wall. They found his diary under his bed.
“He wrote poetry,” Lord Montague said.
Lady Montague wiped away a tear. “Romeo was
such a romantic.”
Her
husband read aloud: “‘Did my heart love
till now? Forswear it, sight, for I
ne'er saw true beauty till this night.’”
“He was in love with that Capulet girl.”
“Poor boy.”
Let’s see
what the others wrote:
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