The Amulet

The unforgiving sun bathing me with its flamed rays makes this journey even more excruciating. But I have to see her. I have to.

She was adamant to go first without me, but I insisted. I want to prove her that I can walk this long path alone, with just one limb. Sore and drenched in sweat, I almost regret she let me win. But I can see her looking at me, her little eyes cheering for me, waiting for me patiently.

Like an amulet, I gently caress the ring inside my pocket and resume limping towards my future wife.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Adam Ickes


In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 12 August 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.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:

68 thoughts on “The Amulet”

      1. Okay I’ll look for you. The feed overflows at about 90 items (likes, comments, tags, and follows) so unless someone comments or sends a message I don’t even know they’re there. I apologize. 💕

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  1. There is a story here to tell. I mean, you tell it. But the possibilities of what happened before and what will happen next are so inviting. Sister, you leave us wanting more. Which is what good work does!

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  2. Interesting piece. He is walking towards his bride, but he’s proving to her by how he walks towards her, he is a good fit, a worthy husband. The ring for her, is something he draws strength from. Wonderful.

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