Another Friday, another story for Friday Fictioneers. Hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, this is a worldwide phenomenon where writers contribute a 100 word story on their blogs, based on the photo prompt of the week. To find out how to participate go to this week’s post on Rochelle’s blog, and prepare to have fun. To visit this week’s other stories, see the link below my story with a little blue creature on it. This week’s picture is copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the usual restrictions apply.
I close the door behind me and try to breathe. Light filters through frosted windows, leaving the still interior cloaked in gloom.
“Shall we get on with it, then?” Jack’s voice shatters the stillness. Why did I think I could come straight from the hsopital and make a start?
The sight of a puzzle book and a teacup still set neatly on a side table next to her chair almost stops my heart in my chest. The frosty air still holds talcum powder and home baked biscuits; the smells of my grandmother.
“We’ll come back tomorrow,” I reply.