The challenge each week: A new picture, a new story. Beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting. Click on the blue frog at the bottom to read the works of other Fictioneers. And please, let me know what you think; your comments are encouraged.
The Picnic – 100 words
In the boat, I slept, and dreamed.
One glorious afternoon. We drifted somnolently down the canal; my fingertips trailed watermarks through the inky reflections of overhanging branches. We spread a quilt on the bank, and shared crusty bread and warm cheese, beneath the shade of a mossy oak, and our laughter startled the swallows into flight.
He woke me, and kissed me goodbye. And though we never met after that day, I knew then, as now, that “Farewell” did not mean “Forever.”
I keep the gratitude of King and Country, and the love of our child. And still I dream.