John stepped onto the wooden plank followed by his wife. Holding her hand, they walked towards the canopied pavilion as John’s cigarette smoke trailed behind. What urgent news had Miranda received that she would not say over the phone?
Listening to her husband’s labored breathing Miranda said, “Dear, remember your doctor said you should ease up on smoking and…”
“Please, Miranda,” said John. “I know my medical reports. I’ll quit once I get my feckless imbecile brother to stop his monolithic suburban sprawl from destroying our county’s wetlands!”
“Let it go,” her tears falling, “the police found your brother‘s body…”
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Challenge: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
The Key : MAKE – EVERY – WORD – COUNT
Genre: Contemporary fiction
Photo credit: Adam Ickes