Image Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The amber sun reflects in water that shimmers green, blue and grey. I swipe clouds of midges away from my strawberry ice-cream. It was always your favourite flavour.
We used to come here Ella, do you remember? Your small fingers curled around mine. Autumn was always the best. Booted feet stamping through piles of red-gold leaves. Tossing stales crusts at the snapping ducks.
If I close my eyes I can almost hear your giggle, as you swung like a monkey between your mum and me. I wish you’d understand it was her I left, not you.
I miss you.
It’s been such a relief this week to finally hear the audio version of The Sister. I’d been dreading listening to my story read aloud and you can find out why here.
The Lake was written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Hop over to host Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries here.