FF: Still. Waiting.

This week’s photo: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Every morning in spring, Evelyn kisses him goodbye – until the day a freak squall drags him away into the sea.

Ten years go by. Evelyn sits by the window. Sensing her absence, her husband wakes, waiting for her, still. Turning away from the window with resignation thick as molasses, she sees him. Their eyes meet.

“Come back to bed,” he urges.

“In a minute,” she whispers back.

Almost-tears freeze like glass in her eyes. Then, she rises and returns – to the second greatest love of her life.

This is my weekly entry for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories in response to the photo prompt, this week from none other than our fearless leader Rochelle. For more stories, click the frog.

13 thoughts on “FF: Still. Waiting.

  1. Dear Anne,

    That’s a tough one. My SIL remarried after my husband’s brother died in a car accident. She’s happily remarried, but she still misses her first husband. Well written.



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