Riverwalk ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/17/2014

Friday Fictioneers is here. The opportunity and challenge presented by our esteemed host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to be as innovative and creative with the photo prompt provided. Of course with the added challenge of staying within the 100 word maximum limit set.

As she writes:


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)- Wait what? I might. I’m a stickler.


Make every word count.


Copyright – Erin Leary



When I left home gravel flung pitting the window panes. The creek bed lay barren. I never looked back, eyes firmly fixed on him.

Over the years stubbornness well-set, concrete sneakers to my heart. I moved further and further away. In kind he left.

Afraid to proceed I stand full circle at her gate; the fertile road ahead. In a rush the skinned knees, walks and talks, secrets shared –our first kiss on the rope swing, our midnight skinnies. Swiping away my tears I head towards the house. Now all that’s left is to bury Mum and ask for forgiveness.


Word Count: 100


P.S. Please make sure to read the others.