Written for the Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle A 100 word (or so) story based on this photo prompt.
Pure and simple. Some things actually matter. Especially that you tried to kill yourself. Especially that you survived.
Sissy looked out the window. It was late spring. The fjord had melted. The ferry had docked. Children had stopped singing “Frozen” and had started singing “In Summer”. She laid out her dental instruments. She’d be getting busy.
And one day, soon, Buck would step off that ferry. He’d written her so just yesterday. “I love you, sweetie. I feel lucky. Kisses on your cheek and everywhere, Buck.”
He’d always been such a dreamer.
**PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Ted Strutz**
And I’ll see if I can’t do something with this. Link it up to last week’s Buck story – here: https://balconyviewz.wordpress.com/2014/06/04/ink-blots-prose/ and see if I can’t add to this now and then. Here is this week’s – seems to stand alone okay, too: