UNTIL THAT NIGHT
It was our dream house thirty years
ago. Children raced round its rooms, their laughter bouncing off the walls, and
the house itself smiled. Perfect.
Until that night we left a window
open.
Now we creep around in silence,
brittle as glass, afraid of breaking our fragile union. Happiness has vanished –
in fact we barely speak at all – and the house sags around us for lack of love.
The window stays open – there’s nothing worth stealing now.
He wants us to leave – ‘move on’ he
calls it – but what if she returns and I’m not here?
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Friday Fictioneers is a group of roughly 70 writers who produce a 100 word story each week from a photo prompt. This week's photo is by Yarnspinnerr and posted on Rochelle's blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ - thanks Rochelle.
I am celebrating - quietly - having reached the end of the latest draft of Wolf Pack, the second book in my Living Rock series. To read the first book click on the link at the top of this page.
