Photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It’s been a busy week but I’ve taken a sneaky ten minutes out from copy-editing to join in with this week’s challenge. If you’re interested about the life and writing habits of authors check out my new blog series ‘A day in the life of…’ which kicked off yesterday with best-selling thriller writer Robert Bryndza.
It was supposed to be perfect.
Our cottage snug and cosy. Days lazing in front of the river, water gushing, birds singing. Nights in front of the open fire, toasting marshmallows over the crackling flames.
But the water stank and rats scratched outside our bedroom window.
He was supposed to be perfect.
To love, honour and protect.
She was supposed to be perfect.
My loving and loyal sister.
But I knew.
The day was perfect.
A picnic for three on the river. Shame the boat capsized. Shame they couldn’t swim. They had more in common than they thought.
Now it’s just me.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Pop over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here.