Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
by Jan Brown
Driving through freezing rain and streaming tears, Jenna approached the site of last year’s crash.
This must be what it’s like to go insane.
She swerved sharply, plowing through the barrier and plummeting down a steep incline. Momentarily lifeless, she eventually rallied and climbed out of a shattered window.
The rain stopped. Shimmering sunlight blocked her vision. Jenna felt a warm hand wipe the tears from her cheek and looked up to see her husband’s smile. The small hand tugging on Jenna’s belonged to their daughter, no longer bloody and broken.
This must be what it’s like to come Home.
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