Impulse- #FridayFictioneers

 

Derek nudged Sally and she looked up to see the fancy poster.

“It’s our only chance. Forget the kids. Just chuck everything into the air and let’s go. Nobody’ll know.”

Sally gazed at the dream cruise pasted on the wall above their heads, outside an inconspicuous store.

Smiling, she nodded, ‘I’ll book the tickets tonight.’

Grinning, Derek turned, looked down the railway platform and his watch. Looking back at Sally, he asked, ‘Hon, where are we?’ Sally took his wrinkled hand in hers and whispered, ‘We’re here to welcome Sean home.’

The vacant look in his eyes wrung her heart.

Β©Shailaja V

Picture credit: Kent Bonham
Picture credit: Kent Bonham

Word count: 100

Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-

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30 thoughts on “Impulse- #FridayFictioneers

  1. I am glad too that you didn’t spot the garlic! This is a heart-wrenching tale that rings far too many bells in my life for comfort. Well done.

  2. You are SO good at this. My mind just leaps from one scenario to another, drastically different from each other. πŸ˜€

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