I’m running late this week, somehow real life has got in the way, damn you….. Any how, time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 word flash fiction based on a weekly photo prompt. Get yourselves in, the waters lovely, follow the link to join the other 100+ swimmers every week.
Photo Copyright : Adam Ickes
Over the bridge or not, was it really her choice to make? The light slowly ebbed as a faint brush of lips touched on her forehead, then another on her lips. People moved forward hovering above, every one a whispered goodbye. Each kiss to her forehead, her cheek or her lips stole a fragment or moment from a lifetime of memories; each one taking away a smile or a look, a joy or heartache. Their heads bowed in reverence as she took her last breath.
Dancing barefoot across the old wooden bridge, she smiled, for she knew she had made the right choice.