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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Please note: This is a sequel to a FF post from September 25th, Into the Blue. It was one of my favorites, and has come back to me a few times. I felt like the story wasn’t over. I have not confirmed this, but I feel certain this is Washington state ferry, one of my favorite places to be!
Marjorie passed through the blue door and stepped onto the empty, waiting boat. This is the same ferry we took to Port Townsend– where we walked to Sea Glass beach, and made love after breakfast, she said to no one.
She sat near the window, gazing at the rose and lavender sky. She’d never gone without her beloved; they’d always traveled together. Not this time; this trip is mine alone. She imagined his grief, and felt a pang, wishing she’d kissed him one last time.
As the shore got closer, she smiled. I will wait for him, where we were happiest.