Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!
I’ll Be Right Back
Samantha looked out the hotel window. The crowded street, below, led to the beach and boardwalk and crashing ocean waves of winter.
“Honey?” She walked over to the bed where her husband sat and kissed his forehead. “I’m going to run downstairs and get something from the safe.”
“Our reservation is for 8PM. You’re still in your jeans and sweat shirt.”
“It’s not even six ,” Samantha said tiredly. “I’m going to run downstairs for a ring I want to wear this evening. I’ll be right back.”
It shouldn’t be so easy to just disappear like that, but it is.