Sailor and I run the path daily, racing to sink into the soft depth of the fine white sand.
“Does he see us, mommy?” questioned Sailor as he pushed sand into huge mountains.
“Michael-Sailor, you know your daddy watches over us,” as I embraced him gently brushing bits of sand from his pudgy little nose, “and I tell you what, you got his big, beautiful green eyes!”
Holding Sailor, I remembered Sasha, the distraught wife of Sailor’s daddy, holding her own bitter pain as she forgave me, the penitent mistress, while serving a twenty-year sentence for his murder.
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Genre: Contemporary fiction
Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers…
We are a growing community of blogging writers who come together each week from all parts of the globe to share individual flash fictions from a single photo prompt. The prompt goes up early Wednesday morning CST to give each writer time to compose a story by Friday. Some use the photo as a mere inspiration while others use it as an illustration. Use your imagination and think outside the box.
WARNING! This is an addiction for which there is no 12-step recovery program.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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