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As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
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Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
CHARON’S FIRST MATE
Dawn broke over the estuary. Marion watched her husband launch his fishing boat and head out to sea.
She drank in his image, every beloved line and crease. The sunlight reflected off the water and limned his white hair. He waved and smiled.
In the weeks following, detectives interrogated her.
“He left? Just like that?”
“To spare me his suffering.”
“Admit it. You murdered him for the insurance.”
“And you got your badge from a Cracker Jack box.”
They never found his body.
Marion walks along the beach. Sunlight reflects off a white seagull. She smiles and waves.
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THREE MAJOR HOLIDAYS THIS THURSDAY, THE 28TH!
It’s the perfect time to say I am thankful for Friday Fictioneers. All of you have a special place in my heart.
42 years married to Jan Wayne Fields