Seventeen vases stood in plain sight on the mantel; an unspoken confession of her love affair with William. She displayed them in order; starting with the small red vase that held the single rose William gave her their first time together. A strange affair; they met one night a year. William brought her flowers, she brought a vase. Together, a symbol of their union.
The next morning, an empty vase took its place with the others, symbol of her loneliness.
“I see you have a new vase.” Her husband’s eyes glanced over the top of the newspaper, then disappeared. “Pretty.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo prompt
Another successful day although I had my doubts. I had an early morning meeting at work today so I was unable to write first thing. Instead I found a little time this afternoon and started on my second chapter. I had a time and a place but not much else. My heroine was in a cemetery, all alone or so she thought. About 400 words in, she heard footsteps and I didn’t have a clue as to how this fit into the story. Stuck, I decided to take a drive to the grocery store, all the while thinking about what to do. I had just about decided that maybe this chapter should come after the murder when I saw my answer – a police car. Without giving anything away, I immediately knew what was going to happen. I played the scene in my head, working out the details, hoping I would remember them until I got home. As soon as I could I began to write and by the end of the chapter, I had met my daily word count. This is what gives me hope that may I can do this.