She lay there motionless on the cold, bare kitchen floor, staring up at the utensils. The morning light was just starting to make it’s way through the grim covered skylight. She had found this small place for herself and made it her own. But these little quarters that she had considered her sanctuary for so many months, had changed overnight.Continue reading
There was a chill in the air that evening, as Clara closed the doors to her flower shop and walked down the cobbled street, avoiding the puddles, as she made her way home
Slowing down, by one of the dimly lit lamp posts, she reminisced about a night like this many years ago. The delicate flowers, soft music and a moonlit sky. A perfect marriage proposal.
Shaking that thought, she rushed home. The lasagna had to be put in the oven. Her husband and children would be waiting for her.
But would things have been different had she said yes?
Word Count: 100
This is pure fiction and not based or inspired by true events.
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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