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….
~Waiting~
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
“Hello, Melissa.”
She turned. “Thomas! You came.”
“You knew I would.”
100 words
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What a cool story! They finally are reunited and Melissa was most patient!
That she was. Thank you, Amy.
Very touching story. That kind of stuff ought to happen!
I like to think it does, Perry. Thanks.
Dear Debra,
A very touching story with a chilling edge. I enjoyed it very much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
Thank you so very much. I really appreciate how you take the time to read each and every story and add a comment.
Best wishes,
Debra
finally reunited !
It’s about time, right?
A long wait, but worth it. I had to read it twice to pick up the real story. Maybe too many paint fumes. 🙂
janet
A long wait indeed. Paint fumes going to your head? Nah. Maybe reading too many flash fictions? 😉 I hope you had an amazing Saturday, Janet. Thanks for stopping by.
Great! Well rounded, will you post the entire story?
Sorry for the delay. Hmm, the entire thing? I’ll have to write it first. 😉 Thanks for stopping by, Neens.
Enjoyed this. Just the right edge of spookiness.
Thank you, Sandra.
Quite a number of years between their deaths. It’s along wait, but what else has a ghost have to do? An enjoyable read.
There’s no amount of time that’s too long for true love. Right? Thanks for reading, Russell.
Even IF I now have “Reunited” stuck in my mental radio, I’m still glad I read this wonderful piece!
LOL. Sorry for that. I hate when I get a song stuck in my head. I’m so glad you enjoyed my piece. I appreciate you taking the time to stop by and read. Thanks, Troy.
Beautiful, Debra. Very touching. I loved this one! 🙂
Thanks so much, Laura.
Wow, that was a long wait. Love the way you told this story using their headstones to let us know who your characters were.
Long for the one, maybe not so long for the other. Time is all relative. Thank you, Sarah. I really appreciate your comment.
I’m glad her patience paid off. Very nice story.
Good things come to those who wait, right? Thanks, David.
wow that took a lot of patience! hauntingly beautiful story… 🙂
Thank you, Kz. Thanks for stopping by. Sorry for my delay in response.
This kind of reminds me of my brother. I think, metaphorically speaking, he’s waiting for me. 🙂
I so sorry about that. I picked that up in your post I read last week. I can’t recall if I left a comment. I’ve been so crazy lately. I, too, have siblings waiting for me so I understand. {{Hugs}} I think time moves differently for them then it does for us. At least, I like to think so. Kristi was yelling at me for a long time before I heard her. I know she got really frustrated with me. LOL. I sure hope it didn’t feel like the thirteen years that it truly was.