winds of fire scourge the land smothering mountains choking valleys consuming all smoke billows captures the clouds a dark foreboding an orange sky a mere glimpse of a future foretold
“Darling, look what I found on my walk this morning,” she smiled, struggling to get the highchair through the door.
“Hey, I can help, but aren’t we a tad late in life for a baby?”
She smiled at her husband of thirty years. “Yes, but if you check your messages, you’ll see that your mistress is expecting.”
He dropped his phone and watched dumbfounded as she pulled her suitcase from the closet.
“Where are you going?”
“My lover is flying me to his island. I’ll be drinking margaritas on the beach while you’re changing diapers. Enjoy your new life, darling.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A big shout out to Rochelle @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The weekly challenge is to write a story based on the photo prompt, provided today by Roger Bultot. My challenge was to write a complete story in 100 words or less. This story is exactly 100 words!
i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep where the mist rises to greet the day and the wind whistles as the aspens sway three miles up a washboard road that climbs through fields where hay is sowed green rolling hills where leprechauns gather where life slows down and time don't matter i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet