I struggled with this one again, but on the plus side I wrote about 5K words total on 2 other stories this week, one seems to be the beginnings of a novel (though time will tell in the end) and the other is just a longer short story that will likely end up about 10K words total. 5000 words may not be much, but it’s better than nothing and not bad for being out of the game for 9 months.
Anyway, Friday Fictioneers story time. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and you all for reading. Honestly, I’m not sure if this is supposed to be happy, sad, or both. You’ll understand what I mean after you read it.
Though not always specifically called out: comments, criticism, and/or half drunken rants are always encouraged.
The scattered leaves reminded her of a time long gone, of love long lost. She kicked at the leaves with fond memories dancing through her head. The desire to return to those days was squelched by the reality that’d she’d never see him again, not in this life.
A single teardrop tiptoed down her cheek and plummeted to join the ballet of swirling leaves below. She closed her eyes and let his memory carry her away.
The squealing of tires ripped at the air. A smash. Splintering. Silence. She turned to see the tree, eager to take her to him.