It’s still Friday! Friday Fictioneers is here. Better late than never, as my dad used to always say. It’s been crazy over here at my camp. My kid had his big end of year class project pitch today. That meant I spent all of yesterday helping him prepare. That was only part of the crazy, though. A baby bird has been receiving flying lessons in our yard and half our pond fish didn’t surviving the two-week transition period. Need I tell you what that does to the children under my roof? Baby bird hasn’t been taking to the air with ease so the crazy continues on through today. And there has been much upset over the new, and now gone, fish. Play dates. That’s what today has been all about. A lot of kids under my roof. Wish me luck, safety and survival.
If you would like to participate in Friday Fictioneers you are always welcome. Visit the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The goal is the write a story in 100 words based on the picture prompt provided. Today’s picture came by way of Sara Ann Hall. Thank you, Sarah. Here we go….
It was here she always waited.
The wind rustled through the tall weeds. She hardly noticed. She waited and watched like every other day.
“I’ll come for you,” he’d said.
“I promise.” He’d said.
She gazed at the carved stone one more time.
Melissa Kathleen Williams
January 16, 1928 – November 11, 1947
Forever loved. Forever missed.
Her finger tips skimmed the edge of the words cut into the surface. Her gaze skipped to the next stone.
Thomas Jonathan Stanton
March 10, 1926 – May 12, 2013
Beloved brother and friend
She turned. “Thomas! You came.”
“You knew I would.”
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