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 πŸ™‚

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

26 thoughts on “Safe House – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Not only is the glass and ornament damaged, but also her trust and comfort. Great description of fear, turmoil, and promised safety. I hope Paul can keep his promise. Great story.

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  2. A lovely piece of writing, Cheryl. πŸ™‚ You’ve created a very poignant scene with the broken ornament … I can feel Martina’s distress. Paul’s response to the prolem is excellent, and well illustrated by his use of the mallet. Very well done. πŸ™‚

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