Here we are, the last challenge for March. Yes, April is just a few days away. For those of you living in northern climes, spring is here and summer is on it’s way. I miss spring almost as much as I miss snow. I long for the first sighting of tulips as they push out of the ground promising a riot of color.
Enough longing for the past. Here’s to the future. Let’s start with a visit to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, at her site for all the rules for this challenge. Stop by, read her story and leave a comment. Take a chance and join our group by submitting your story.
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BTW the photo is courtesy of Fatima Fakier Deria, who retains all rights to her photo.
And now my 100 word story – Betrayed
The blazing sun shot daggers into my eyes as I scanned the horizon. A hopeless gesture. Day 18 since my young husband left for a daytrip on his sailboat, a gift from me for his 30th birthday. I had been amused when he named it. No news, no sightings since the life preserver emblazoned with Molly’s Folly was found on day four. Still, I wait. I watch.
Day 61 a withdrawal from the bank account I discovered on Day 10. A breadcrumb trail to follow.
I wait. It will take years. Can you be convicted of killing someone already dead?
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