Chelsea awoke with a massive headache, courtesy of the free-flowing booze at the all-inclusive resort.
Welcome to Paradise.
‘Where is John? Why is our room so messy?! Maybe he went down to the beach. Fresh air sounds good.’
She stumbled along the boardwalk and froze at the sand’s edge, confused. It was 2:00 pm but the sky was as black as midnight. Crumpled towels, umbrellas, and flip-flops were carelessly strewn about. But not a single person in sight.
A bright light suddenly shone down on her like a spotlight. Caught between fear and hope, she looked up.
It took her swiftly.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Happy Friday! This is written for the weekly flash fiction challenge, Friday Fictioneers. Check out the other 100-word gems of flash fiction here. Many thanks to our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Maeve surreptitiously checked her watch again. This was the worst date ever.
‘It’s not his fault,’ she thought, excusing herself to the restroom.
With shaky exhale, she studied her tired features in the mirror. Her grief was still messy like an overgrown vine, tangled and disruptive, unrelenting in its devouring grip.
Well-meaning friends aside, she was obviously not ready for this. She still wanted the only man she could no longer have. Pretending otherwise was pointless.
When her unsuspecting date opened the note delivered by the waiter, Maeve was long gone.
“I’m sorry” was all she could manage to write.
Photo by Sarah Potter
Yes, I know I’m late for Friday Fictioneers! Better late than never? I didn’t want to skip out again, though. This photo screamed isolation and desperation to me. You can find the other entries for this photo prompt here.
This is really less of a response to today’s Daily post and more of a message to my friends and readers…
I have been on a bit of a hiatus… not really intentionally, but that’s how things go. Summer rolls around and the kids are out of school. Things are busy at work (I’m training a new person AND preparing for a software upgrade which has turned into a huge pain in the ass). When I have free time at home (what limited free time there is), I tend to want to retreat into the beloved quiet of my brain… turn down the volume of life, if you will. I’ve tried to read more, relax more. Unfortunately, I have fallen off the wagon with Friday Fictioneers and Weekend Coffee Share. I will get back to them, I promise.
I have had views on both my Facebook page and the blog itself. I see you and I appreciate you checking in on me. I hope to connect with you soon.