Bree was out of options; lost in life’s maze of betrayals, mistakes and jealousy. The embossed letter bearing the golden insignia of Jack’s solicitor felt cold as a coffin nail.
Gripping the paper knife she considered if it was sharp enough for an end; but finally she decided to open the envelope.
Surprised she saw that it only contained a single handwritten note:
Jack has decided not to challenge the pre-nup, next time we can meet as man and woman
Smilingly Bree put her nose to the note, kissed its smell; a ray of hope penetrating her darkness.
So this week I went for a romantic tale. Not my usual style and I feel that the narrative a bit like a cliche, and I feel like I might be contacted by Harlequin next. I still think writing things out your comfort zone is one of the purposes of blogging. He he.
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community that write fiction to the same picture each week. 100 words a narrative and you are ready. It’s run by our chief Rochelle Wissoff-Fields.