The Terrace

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories each week, based on a photo prompt provided by our effervescent leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is by Bjorn Rudberg. Thank you, Bjorn!

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The Terrace

by Jan Brown

I grew up on a wonderful island, its mountainous terrain gently shaped by terraces to provide growing space for vineyards and living space for homes.

The warm waters of the ocean attracted thousands of tourists. I foolishly married one–a very handsome one–and followed him back to the United States.

We lived in a flat city, surrounded by flat plains. The only terrace was the fieldstone patio behind our flat house.

My husband’s heart grew cold as the wintry wind; he demanded a divorce.

Now he lies beneath the flat stone terrace, and I am on my way home.


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