Friday Fictioneers: Empty

I’m not sure how I got here but here is where I am once again. It started with an image, a picture of some hats on a rack, nothing ominous, mundane actually.

I let my mind wander and I was back on the beach. I felt the salt air sending my hair into its familiar frizz. I could use one of those hats.

The gulls and the sea crashing on the beach harmonized; a distant clanking echoed.

I am alone here. Not just without a husband or kids, family or friends, alone, but completely alone.

There is no one.

 


 

 

 

 

This week’s photo: © Jan Wayne Fields

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.

41 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Empty

  1. Welcome back, Dawn. Standing out in my front yard a month ago, I felt exactly that way. No traffic, no mail truck, no neighbors. It was a scene out of “Omega (Wo)man.”

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