This flash fiction is for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields asks us to use a photo as a prompt and write a one hundred word story with a beginning, middle and end. If you fancy taking part in Friday Fictioneers, click here.
The sun has driven me from the car. I sit by an upturned gravestone, under a tree, to read your letter again.
The postman, Joe, had knocked me up in the cool of early morning. Asked if the car air-con was fixed.
Joe handed me your letter. You’d typed the envelope. You always do that. I turned the envelope over. No tiny dotted outline of a heart to seal the envelope. You always used to do that.
‘C’mon man, you look like you seen a ghost!’ Joe looked at me, frowning. ‘Could be good news.’
Polly Stretton © 2013