Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

His last words are echoing through her mind, descending upon her heart, overlapping her troubled soul.
“I love you, baby girl.”
She enters the cemetery, cold fist clenching half a dozen roses, drops of blood falling on a fresh blanket of snow. Calm, composed, frozen…statue in the making, she is fracturing from the inside, her words to him a painful memory.
“Take the next flight.”
Choking on a mouthful of regret, she recalls their last goodbye at the departure gate.
“I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
His grave is dark and cold, mirroring her soul.

36 thoughts on “Echoes

  1. Lore, A lovely story with great description. I especially thought the part “fracturing from the inside” powerfully described hurting but trying to hide it from the world. Hopefully she’ll heal given time. We all have to go through a period of mourning to completely heal, although we never forget. Well written. —Susan


  2. I thought the paragraph where she enters the cemetery was excellent: so emotional, and yet you managed to keep such a tight control of the language.


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