I pull into the layby, fish a tissue from the glove-box. In our early days I’d stop here on my way home to fix my make-up, wanting to look my best for you – now I pull in here to cry.
A rainbow streaks the sky. I used to believe there’d be a pot of gold at the end, used to believe in so many things; the man in the moon; wishing upon a star. I used to believe in you.
The lights of the bus loom closer. Take a chance. I leap from my car and flag it down. It’s time to start again.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.
Today Rochelle is celebrating three years as facilitator of this challenge (congratulations!) and has asked us for our thoughts. Friday Fictioneers was the first thing I ever did on WordPress and I was so scared to post my first story. The feedback I received during my early attempts was invaluable (I often muddled tenses among many other things)! Participation in this challenge has tightened my writing and sparked a creativity I didn’t know I had. A huge thank you to Rochelle for giving me the confidence and the space to grow.