It’s Friday Fictioneers, my favorite post each week. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields runs this band of merry writers, and offers a weekly photo prompt. Using the photo for inspiration, participants are asked to write a 99 word story, with a beginning, middle and end. It’s a wonderful challenge with lots of interesting outcomes. Check out other participants here.
My story this week is 100 words, exactly. The title comes from an African saying, that I’ve heard Maya Angelou quote, more than once. “Pecked to death by ducks,” refers to when others peck away at you, your happiness, your self-esteem, you, in little bits that you hardly notice, until you are pecked to death. It is so true, of so many situations.
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“You can’t be serious!” Eve responded, choking.
“I’m sorry— it just happened. Neither of us planned it this way.”
Despite his words, his expression was smug.
“We’ve been married twenty-seven years; I’ve given up everything for your career, our family—“
The couple at the water’s edge looked away, Eve’s raised voice a signal to move their children down the beach.
“I said I’m sorry. These things just happen sometimes.”
Bastard! Eve raised her hand to slap him, but dropped it as she noticed the others watching her.
“Damned birds!” She blurted, as she ran back toward the car.