Safe House – Friday Fictioneers

It’s that time again, so here’s my contribution for this weeks prompt. If you fancy having a go at Friday Fictioneers pop over to Rochelle’s page and take a look. Good Luck 🙂

This weeks photo is courtesy of Lauren Moscato

Martina sat on an upturned bucket. Broken glass shone like tiny pools of water spilt across the floor.

Her kingfisher ornament lay on its side with its head missing. The last reminder of her Grandmother seven years gone.

Her eyes welled with fresh tears and she wiped at them with a rough woollen sleeve.

Paul walked in, flushed from the cold night air. He lay the mallet against the wall and took a seat next to her. Kissing her trembling hands, he gave them a reassuring squeeze.

‘Don’t worry. No one’s getting in here again. I promise’

97 words

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