10th Jan 2019

I have just located Friday Fictioneers. The thought on this web site is to create a story in specifically 1 hundred words. There is a prompt to get you began.

So, I believed I’d have a go.

Shells

“What about this 1 Grams?”
“Wow, enjoy that. Place it right here, in the bag.”
Chrissie runs on the beach, appears for a lot more shells, forgetting,
 for the moment, to be sad.
The waves rush in. And inside me an ocean rises up to meet them.
I wipe tears from my eyes.
Musn’t let her see me cry. She’s only 3 and the enormity of what is
 happened washes more than her.
For just these moments she is totally free.
She run’s towards me.
“Gram’s, I am so cold. Can we go property?”
I choose her up, hold her close, burying  my face in her coat.
And wonder, Can we?