She Can’t Hear Me Anymore

two chairs

PHOTO PROMPT © Lily

He watched her sitting in the same chair she always occupied. This was the resting spot on her daily walks where she watched the island. It and the empty chair beside her held terrible memories that would forever possess her.

“Lily.” He called her name but of course she couldn’t hear him. In a few moments she would go back to her walk eventually returning to the home they once shared.

All the while, he was trapped here, maybe forever. She could never forget the day she murdered him and he would always haunt these two chairs and the island.

It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.

a wobblegong and his boy

Cover image for my novel “A Wobblegong and His Boy”

For some reason, the image immediately made me think of a murder and a ghost story. I don’t know why. Anyway, that’s what I wrote.

To read other tales based on the prompt or to contribute one of your own, visit inlinkz.

My YA science fiction novel A Wobblegong And His Boy is up to twelve reviews/ratings on Amazon with 88% of them being 4 and 5 stars. Don’t forget you can also review my novel at Goodreads.

The next two interviews I’ll be giving for my book are scheduled to be recorded next week. I’ll let everyone know where they can be viewed.

Happy Wednesday.

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