Homecoming

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Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

I’m back home to cook lunch when I heard my girls’ delighted squeals. I missed hearing them. I never thought I’ll hear their warm giggles again after their dad left us, for no known reason. There’s no farewell nor goodbye. He just stopped coming home.

I quietly went up to sneak a peak and was stunned to see he’s back, my husband. He removed his weird-looking helmet, looked at me with chilling intensity.

“I know where you’ve been,” he said coldly.

I want to run back to my lover’s arms but my husband’s gaze showed escape wouldn’t stand a chance.

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Word count: 100 words

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Photo credit: Douglas Macllroy

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 10 June 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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56 thoughts on “Homecoming”

      5. I certainly hope so 🙂 Drawing inspiration from you and your poems, my dear friend, is helping me very much 🙂 So, thank you, dear one. Thank you so so much ❤ ❤

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  7. oh dear, he caught them cheating at the community pool didn’t he? he saw his wife on the chaise lounge with the plumber while he was certifying as a dive instructor, right? 😉 Or has my imagination run wild? I blame caffeine.

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  10. So he does know where she’s been, so what? He better get off his high horse, what exactly did he expect? I hope he isn’t violent. Good story.

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  11. Whoa!! The lady’s emotions might be on a seesaw…One side the lady is happy listening to her girls’ squeal, and the other side, a chill must have run through her spine listening to her husband speak …

    What a powerful fiction story!! Awesome ❤

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  12. I wonder why he thinks she slept with someone. When I read the last line, I thought she wanted to run back in her husbands arms as he was “her lover” but not anymore, he’s changed and isn’t her lover, in love with her. But maybe she did have a separate lover? Nice suspense Rosema.

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  13. A fanciful tale in response to a strange photograph. I wonder if the helmet is a metaphor for revelation, since he knows she has been diving herself in hitherto unknown waters.

    Creative work to admire, Rosema!

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