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Svetlana had high hopes when she signed up with the agency in St. Petersburg. A rugged American farmer was intrigued by her profile, and after only a few brief meetings, her vision of a new life materialized in the form of a one-way airline ticket. However, not even eighteen years in the orphanage had prepared the new bride for the loneliness she’d found in this isolated Iowa farmhouse with the dodgy electricity. The dreams she’d thought she’d captured in the thin gold band on her left finger now dissipated as elusively as smoke from the glass chimney of the oil lamp.
As long as St. Petersburg counts as one word, this is exactly 100 words for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge! 🙂