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.
Ellespeth
photo prompt ©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Views From A Poet 
A mystery. Did she vanish or was she ‘vanished’? She did kiss her husband fondly as she left, so I’m thinking foul play is more likely. This is grippingly written.
LikeLike
Oh, mysterious! Does she have something up her sleeve? Does she lead a double life? Maybe she just wants a bit of space. Somehow, I think she has some other plans. Good one!
LikeLike
I don’t know what’s going on either! I spooked myself…
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Oh wow, that was awesome for 100 words.
LikeLike
Thanks, Dawn!
Ellespeth
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ellespeth,
Well written. I used to dream of disappearing in this manner. However, it used to be a lot easier than it is today. Security cameras and face-recognition software make it a lot more difficult to disappear into the crowd than it used to be. Sometimes I long for the old days . . .
All my best,
Marie Gail
LikeLike
Then you know the feeling. And eww to all that high tech stuff…can’t a person just vanish these days?
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I hope it’s a doable plan for her. Well written.
LikeLike
Me too! It’s possible, though, that she was snatched. Life’s odd that way. Miserable and more miserable 😛
Thanks for reading and liking this piece.
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Ellespeth, She seems to have brought expensive jewelry with her she could pawn or sell so it was probably planned. I hope if she chose to leave she left her husband enough money to get back home. Good mystery. It would make a great hook for a longer story. Well written as usual. 🙂 — Susan
LikeLike
Yes. Sigh. No one will ever be certain just what happened to Samantha. I think, though, her husband made it home and survived quite nicely. Your comment has me smiling…
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Dear Ellespeth,
Sounds like she has a plan. It would be easy to disappear in the crowd. Nicely played.
shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLike
Or someone else has a plan she hadn’t anticipated! Great photo prompt, Rochelle.
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Dear Ellespeth,
One of the best last lines I’ve ever read in a Friday Fictioneers story. It opened up both ends of her story for examination and speculation. I found myself taken aback, wondering. Still am and happy to have read this tale.
Aloha,
Doug
LikeLike
Doug ~
Actually…I carried this photo with me on my walk to the market. As I turned a corner, I thought: a person could literally just disappear on a walk to the market.
Your comment is such an encouragement for me…I want to move beyond poetry but still be mysteriously lyrical. Friday Fictioneers is allowing me this outlet.
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Since the choice seems to be she went of her own volition or was snatched, I’ll choose the former. Not much comfort to her husband either way.
janet
LikeLike
That’s the better option for me, too 🙂
Ellespeth
LikeLike
There is a very nice mystery that keep me wondering.. good one.
LikeLike
Ya never know! Snatched? Ran away? An afternoon escape?
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Hope she’s not planning on walking into those crashing winter waves.
LikeLike
Me too!
Ellespeth
LikeLike
That’s a bit creepy. Did she leave of her own volition or did someone snatch her? Good stuff!
LikeLike
I hope she wasn’t snatched – just disappeared into the crowd and vanished.
Ellespeth
LikeLike
She sounds to be at the limit. Nicely done.
LikeLike
She is.
Thanks, Sandra.
Ellespeth
LikeLike
Can feel a sense of foreboding from this.
LikeLike
Came to me while walking to the market…
Ellespeth
LikeLike