This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa.
Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
1. A prompt photo will be provided each Monday pm to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.
2. Linking for this challenge begins on Monday pm and runs to the following Monday pm.
3. Please credit photo to photographer.
4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please try to stay within this limit.
5. Please indicate the number of words in your story at the end of your story. (It doesn’t count into the amount of words).
She waded into the cold water, minnows squiggling around bare toes, smooth pebbles flat and round beneath her feet. It might have been any day, in any month, in any life, but it wasn’t. It was this day, this month, her life, and she hated the fact it was so.
He’d never of killed himself, and the people who thought he had were just stupid. Nobody understood how she felt, not even her mother.
“I know he was a good friend, Jenny, but you’ll get over it.”
It? He wasn’t an it. His death wasn’t an it. Nothing in her life was an it.
“You’ll make plenty of other friends.”
She didn’t want other friends. She wanted him.
Somebody splashed down the creek towards her. A boy her age, hair tousled, face touched with mud.
“Found some crawdads,” he said, holding out a tin can.
She snorted. “Crawdads don’t live around here.”
He grinned, something familiar in his smile. “Wanna bet?”