Scraps of clothing left discarded on the floor of
An empty house.
The silence that follows after we tell you
A moment in time when the world seems to
Words you will never be able to
Plans you will never be able to
down into the future
PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
This is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. To read more stories and add your own, click on the blue froggy.
Letter found in a bottle:
When I feel completely, utterly alone, you’re there.
You don’t always quiet the storm. You don’t always make me feel better. When all is said and done, I think all we really need, all any of us can give, is that calm, cool certainty. There will be a port out there waiting for you, when your ship is ready to come in.
If today I do not return, I pray you never forget: you were there. You did what you could. I tried to come back, but this time for some reason I couldn’t.