Antoine stepped back outside the Hotel Charlotte. He’d hoped on this 20th anniversary, staying at the place where they’d spent their honeymoon would finally quiet the ghost.
It hadn’t. If only she would rest and let him rest.
He tossed his overnight bag into the backseat, got in and started the car.
“Can we go home now, Simone?”
“Not quite yet. Remember that charming little cafe where we had our first breakfast?”
His wife had died in a car accident on their honeymoon. He’d been driving. It had been his fault. For twenty years now she didn’t let him forget.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers Photo Writing Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to use the photo prompt above to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
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