Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories between Wednesday and Friday each week. The stories are all based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. Please visit Rochelle’s blog for more information…and join us if you wish!
This week’s photo is by fellow writer Sandra Crook. Thank you, Sandra!
When We Were Young
by Jan Brown
When we were 20, we met by the river. He was fishing; I was birdwatching and practically tripped over him. He said I was the finest thing he had caught all day.
When we were 30, we bought a raft and paddled our way through whitewater rapids and waterfalls.
When we were 40, we bought a canoe and glided through still waters. We lay on the side of the river, making love under the stars.
When I was 50, I drove back to the place we met, but the river was filled with trash.
I could not scatter his ashes there.
If you missed my blog post on the Pacific “trash vortex,” (and you probably DID miss it!) you can read it here.
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