Hi all, greetings from Spain. If I can’t manage a 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers while on holiday then there’s no hope for the rest of the time! Uploading on my phone has been a little tricky as has not having an automatic word count, but I hope I’m not too far off.
Beams of torchlight in the darkness. The bark of soldiers. A hazy silhouette of a man being hauled by his armpits.
Realising that it was her man.
Here, a parting like that was a parting forever. A total rending of her heart and her hopes of escaping this godforsaken country.
Later, under a bloody sunrise, she looked down at the bench and remembered the schemes they’d concocted there, brittle as the paint she was flaking with her fingernail.
No, those crackpot plans weren’t worthy of hopes. This is why, with no faith left to gamble, she would take those flimsy chances anyway.