Right, it’s a New Year and after a break last week I’m back with the programme. So here goes for my first Friday story of 2013.
I did appreciate all the kind input last time so HUGE apologies for not replying to everyone – I’m afrad I was too busy eating chocolate.
For anyone who doesn’t know yet Friday Fictioneers is where Rochelle invites us to contribute a 100-word story based on the photo prompt of the week. The only other thing you need to know is that it is lots of fun, so feel free to join in. My resolution this year is to stick to 100 words exactly whenever I can. This week’s picture is copyright Lora Mitchell, and you can find this week’s other stories by clicking the froggy link after my story.
Jennifer gazed out of her apartment window as the iridescent explosions lit the sky over London. She had eagerly anticipated this moment, when the New Year fireworks would herald the year ahead – one of freedom to be herself and pursue her own destiny.
Why was it, then, that all the light illuminated was the longing inside her? To have back what she had given up so lightly.
Ben would be asleep now, the morning coming soon for him. If she packed quickly, she could reach the farm in time to help with the milking. There was no time to lose.
PS This week Rochelle asked us to add the genre of our story to the post title, and as you can see I haven’t complied. There are two reasons for this – one is that I’m not confident with assigning a genre as I am still quite new to writing fiction of any kind, and the other was that I thought I might have to label this story as Romance and I didn’t want potential readers jumping to conclusions. Any suggestions on how you determine genre would be much appreciated.