Wednesday again and time for ‘Friday Fictioneers’. A 100 words of fiction based on the weekly changing photo prompt. Jump in and have a go, but beware you’ll soon be addicted.
She rubbed the ticket between her fingers. The ink had faded, but the date, time and destination still lingered on her skin, like a tattoo seared beneath the surface. A tapered link to what could have been. What should have been.
Every year, she asked herself, “Why”?
Why she’d hid behind the clock tower.
Why she’d let him board the bus.
Why she’d watched it pull away.
Time hadn’t brought her any answers.
As her husband and daughters rounded the corner, it wasn’t so much regret, but acceptance, that put the ticket back into her pocket.
Passion fades. What’s so wrong with ordinary?