Once again time to write a Friday Fictioneer’s story. I always aim for 100 words exactly. Take out the napkins, today it’s a sad story.
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.
As spring arrives he’s once again drawn back to the old aqueduct. He can still see the beautiful new-mown lawns and recall the unusually warm spring day when he still lived with expectations.
How he and Emily enjoyed the chilled Champagne, and how they cheered for a bright future.
That was before the shriek. The ambulances, the investigations that followed and Emily’s escape into a world of medication is now blurred into many years of nightmarish memories.
But the small body floating in the canal he still recalls with photographic precision.