Time to Let Go… #FridayFictioneers
A drabble fiction for FridayFictioneers image prompt.
What did the telephone booth mean to him? Can it answer his unanswered questions?
I live in words
A drabble fiction for FridayFictioneers image prompt.
What did the telephone booth mean to him? Can it answer his unanswered questions?
She cried, her determination broken at last….
What broke Violet’s determination?
I hear the chair being drawn back, and see him hurry away.
Was the grandfather jealous?
Eleven minutes late, and all because those obstinate sheep wouldn’t let him have his way, he cursed…
The street is just as I remember it…. Thirty years. I hadn’t understood those words then…
What words? And why did they fall into perspective now?
He would draw a heart on the window when the ice clouded it…