Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-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 – Lauren-Moscato
The last time anyone saw Mrs.Trapattoni, the leafs were turning a golden brown shade and the smell of pumpkin pies filled every corner of our little town square. Rumor has it, she met someone online, a youngster from Bulgaria.
I saw her as she sneaked back to her apartment on a cold January morning, with a half-empty plastic bag clutched in her hand. Her shoulders sunk under the weight of shame, as she hid her face from me.
I watch her watching the world from her self-imposed prison. One of these days I’ll fix the staircase. It is spring, after all.