This is another contribution to Friday Fictioneers, over on Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields’ site. Each week, Rochelle posts a photo prompt, and participants write a 100 word story to accompany it, which has a beginning, middle and end. It has quickly become a weekly addiction. Check out other entries here. Here is my entry, with 100 words exactly. I always welcome feedback. Please leave a comment.
Into The Blue
Marjorie moved hesitantly across the field, toward the three doors—her confusion only momentary, as she flashed back over her years as a kindergarten teacher. Primary colors, very original, she thought.
At first it was confusing, the blur of memories. So true; it flashes by, she said, to no one in particular. Such bright moments, difficult challenges… and the love. She wanted more, but understood the choice before her.
I choose blue: the color of the sea, the sky and my lover’s eyes; then she stepped through the blue door.
“Time of death: 11:23 a.m. Let’s go tell her husband.”