FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Returning Home

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY (SHORT) CONTRIBUTION…

Copyright -Randy Mazie

Copyright -Randy Mazie

I peeked under my lashes as we drove by what was left of the town’s business district, an abandoned, boarded up building to the right.  I was in way over my head. They couldn’t even spell trespassing on the building correctly.The mixed look of horror and disgust only grew as we drove down Main street towards my parent’s house, the only thing worse was the growing volume of the silence between us. I knew by the time we got to my parent’s drive that this relationship was not going to go any further than this very painful Thanksgiving dinner.

—99 words—

 

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3 thoughts on “FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Returning Home

  1. Dear Jen,

    The tension and discomfort were tangible in this story. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. i agree with rochelle. i really felt the tension

  3. That’s a bit sad. Never go back.

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