Once again Wednesday, and a new picture to write a story on. This week it’s a wonderful picture from Jennifer Pendergast (who of course own all rights to the picture). The story is part three of my epistolary by Jennifer to John. Check it out if you want to part1 and part2.
This is hopefully the last part.
I had to take a little bit more symbolic take on the picture this time. But the intention is to give you yet a surprise.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every week gather to write a
story of 100 words (more or less). If you want to know more, go to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields page and check it out. If you only want to check out the great stories click the little blue guy at the bottom.
I know what I did hurt you beyond what’s bearable. John was always the man you were meant to spend your life with, and our brief fling left you with unsatisfied needs. I hope you found your way back to John and that you now raised a family behind a white picket fence.
I had to disappear completely and therefore faked my own death. I couldn’t face you or John any longer.
I have been at the bottom and I’m finally climbing back to life again. I hope I can someday face my family again.