Monica shuddered; night had been brisk and looking out she couldn’t quite determine if the window ice-bloom was on the outside or not.
Numbed, she realized that she craved for dear Jack back in her bed, if nothing else for warmth. After all it had been almost a year now.
She couldn’t quite forgive him yet, but she felt ready trying to take him back; she couldn’t spend another night like this.
Sighing she dressed in birthday mink and prepared for another trip down to the hardware store.
She definitely needed tighter shackles before releasing him from his basement abode.
This image was the fifth I wrote a story to for Friday Fictioneers, and looking back I really liked to keep the story I wrote first, but I wanted to make a few changes in language to make it tighter.
Friday Fictioneers is run by Rochelle and every week it attract some of the best fiction writer of the internet. Why don’t you try yourself.
June 29, 2016