Friday Fictioneers – Empty Places

Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Photo: Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau

Empty Places (100 words)

Waves have washed away all I held dear. I scour the landscape for some scrap of him, something to prove he truly lived. There is nothing. He is gone, not even a hair of his head left for me to cherish.

The wind, wet with salt, blows my hair from my face as I look over the sea we once swam together. She, with her rolling gray waves, is as desolate as I. Without him,we no longer laugh as friends.

Only one structure remains, a shack as battered as my soul. Perhaps within her walls I can entomb this grief.


Friday Fictioneers (n): A world-wide community of writers addicted to writing 100 word stories based on a photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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