On a wind-swept cliff overlooking the Pacific, a stone staircase is all that remains of an ancient cottage, long ago crumbled into the ocean. In childhood, the staircase fascinated her. As she grows old she carves messages in stone, beginning at the bottom step.
“Me & Yoshiro 4ever.”
“Am now Mrs. Steven Miller!”
“Our first child! Amber. A girl.”
“Lost Steven to cancer.”
“Soldiers took our two sons.”
“I cannot live like this anymore.”
At the very top of the staircase, if you look closely, you will see a few words in a tinier script. “Mom, I forgive you.”
My submission for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100 word stories. It’s fun! Even when I’m sort of half-awake like today.