It’s Friday Fictioneers, the greatest free show in town! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields runs this band of merry writers, where participants are asked to write a 100-word story, with a beginning, middle and end, using a photo prompt. It’s a wonderful challenge with lots of interesting outcomes. Check out other participants here. One of these days, I plan to get up extra early to be one of the first contributors… this West Coast delay is always a bummer!
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(100 words, exactly)
Tom clenched the steering wheel and stared at the lavender sky. There were few cars in the beach parking lot, the summer crowds gone. The sunset peaked along with his anxiety.
He imagined Karen making dinner, the kids congregating in the kitchen– doing homework and chattering about their day. He inhaled deeply, trying to focus on the calm outside.
Jesus! My head’s always at work, my heart at home– I’m spinning like a hamster. It was rare that Tom could take the time after work to catch his breath. He watched the sun set, and tried to pull himself together.