Friday Fictioneers: Boardwalk

I was pleasantly surprised to see one of my photos as the prompt for this week, but at the same time that makes this whole thing just a bit harder. I know the real story behind the photo, so coming up with another is a bit difficult, mostly because that is a good memory for me and I don’t want to change it. The photo was taken on my honeymoon–going on seven years ago. But alas, I shall give it my best shot.

One more thing: a shameless plug. Have you read 100 tiny tales of terror yet? Available in kindle and print formats. Heck, get two and give one as a gift to your bestest friend in the whole world. They’ll love you for your thoughtfulness!

Now that that’s out of the way, on to my tale for the week.

—–

Photo Copyright - ME!

Photo Copyright – ME!

The marsh had been chosen because it was quiet, secluded. He knew no one would bother them.

His boots thumping against the planks, he approached her, sitting on top of the picnic table under the roof that shaded the end of the pier.

He pulled the flowers from behind his back.

She scowled. “You know I hate roses.”

He leaned in and placed the flowers on the table beside her.

“They’re from Lily.” He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “She said ‘Mommy need these. Make versry happy.’ Who was I to argue?”

She smiled and laughed. “They’re wonderful.”

—–

Note: I originally had him killing her. The roses were for another woman, but I just couldn’t go there with a photo from my honeymoon. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. So I guess you could call this a surprise ending in that it is not dark.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.



Advertisements

93 responses to “Friday Fictioneers: Boardwalk

Comments, criticism or half drunken rants?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: