I’m early to post in Friday Fictioneers this week. I feel a little bad because I have not read all the entries last week, and I know it will be difficult this week also. You can also click the little blue figure at the bottom.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of people who write a story on 100 words (more or less) every week and then indulge in reading and commenting as many entries as you can. For more details visite Rochell Wisoff-Field homepage, where there are links to all the other entries. I made it in exactly 100 words and genre is drama fiction.
He carefully removed his shoes before venturing out on the boardwalk. This time he wanted to feel the warmth of the sand-covered boards.
It brought back memories of her sun-bleached hair in the warm ocean breeze, and plans they had made for the beach-house they converted to a restaurant.
The success with Juan, who joined them with customers and a luscious menu, the long happy evenings, and the morning he found the restaurant abandoned.
The understanding dawned that his options were gone and he made his first firm decision.