Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the best flash fiction in town! Each week– on Wednesday, not Friday, writers from all over the world throw their hats in the ring, and respond to a photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band, and this week the very talented Adam Ickes provides the muse. Join us or check out other stories, on Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple.
Again, this is a continuation of a story that started last September. IF you are interested, you can check out he previous chapters: here, here, here, here and here. As always, I appreciate constructive or thoughtful feedback.
I have been remiss in thanking and following through on some kind and generous blogging “awards.” One just came from our own Friday Fictioneers’ community. Karen Whitelaw was wonderful to bestow upon me the “Field of Flower’s Award.” I was very touched, and I love flowers! I’m honored that she appreciates my work. As many of you know, I do not answer questions anymore for awards. It’s all been said on my blog, and I can barely keep up with comments (I answer them all) and posts! That said, I am grateful for the nod, from a blogging peer. Each week I look forward to Karen’s Friday Fictioneers’ story. On her blog, A Writer’s Life, she shares her FF stories as well as all things writerly. Her recent post on verbs was wonderful! You should make a point of checking it out too, and make sure you read her story this week… it is always worth the time! I’ll give it some thought, and be sure to pass it on.
Now, on to this week’s story!
The vistas never ceased to amaze her. Beauty abounds, Marjorie thought, daily. She longed for Henry, but understood he had his own life to live; it might be years before he joined her. She wondered if he might meet someone new; then, whom would he choose?
“You will find them at the end of the pier.” The words had floated on the breeze, mysteriously left for her. An endless wait, taking in the beauty around her– hoping that Henry would find her. “This is not the Heaven I imagined!” – she cried to the spectacular, but empty landscape.
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