It’s the first Wednesday of the week, so time again for Friday Fictioneers. The hottest joint this side of the equator, pull up a chair, grab a drink and join in the party. A 100 words of fiction around a weekly changing photo. Enjoy..
Photo Copyright : Ted Strutz
It was the memory that gave off the smell. So much fear, it clung to her; to her hair, to her skin. With every breath, she could still taste the shame.
“Go on, it’s only a swing” they’d said,
“We’ll sit next to you” they’d said,
She’d seen them at the rail, pointing, laughing. The lonely girl who thought she’d finally been accepted, soaring alone, 60 feet above.
She’d peed her pants!
20 years later, laughing seagulls circled above. A single tear pooled.
Chiding herself, she got back into the car.
After all, seagulls don’t laugh and big girls don’t cry…