I write because I read. I read because I write.
She left me with nothing but two torn pages
scrawled softly with her sweet, subtle white lies
about him.
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Photo credit: Ronny Garcia Moron
In response to Mindlovemisery Menagerie: Photo Challenge #124
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.
