Ah, that’s better. It’s been a busy couple of weeks in the Orchard household, so apologies for our absence. This was a truly lovely picture prompt (courtesy of Sandra Crook) for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. This is managed by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at her blog Addicted to Purple, otherwise known as Friday Fictioneers Central. Sorry for going AWOL boss! And apologies to Sandra for the fact my story is only very loosely related to the prompt at all. My story follows the picture and the rest of this week’s stories can be found by clicking on the blue link monster.
The shutters creaked mournfully as Greg closed the door of Myrtle Cottage one last time.
Sheltered housing. What a change it was going to be. Mary would have loathed the very idea, but they’d said their farewells in the hospice last year. Greg certainly couldn’t manage the house and garden any longer.
At least he’d have some company again. There was a common room and organised outings. These last few months he’d driven himself half mad with loneliness. And he couldn’t help noticing that flighty piece with the purple hair. She looked like she had some life in her yet.