Wood floors creaked under his feet. Bart peered into the empty guest room. Missy stood facing the window, her hands pummeling the sides of the antique diving helmet.
He raced across the room and yanked it off her shoulders. A tortured wail pierced the air.
The scream died on her lips and she stared at him. Her whole body trembled.
He set the heavy metal helmet on the floor and took her face in his hands. “What happened?”
Fresh tears streaked her red face. She crumpled against his chest. “I miss her. It’s like something’s missing.”
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo prompts post Wednesdays and the link-up opens for writers to share their 100-word (or less) stories. Follow the blue frog to more stories, and to share your own! This week my story is a bit of realistic fiction…life expressing itself through my writing. Comments and critiques are welcome, but this week please be extra gentle…we suffered a big loss.
Thanks for reading and happy trails!
Featured image credit: Douglas M. MacIlroy