Friday Fictioneer: It’s Time

“NO!” ce-grate


“My ring.”


“Fell off my hand.”

It rolled over the curb and slipped into the sewer forever lost.

“Perhaps it’s for the best,” Patty said.

“The best?”

“Charlie’s been dead for three years. Perhaps it’s time to move on.”

“I can’t. I just can’t.”

A man stood before Judi and said, “Your sister is right.”

Judi took in a startled breath as she accepted his pink carnation.

The man stepped around them and vanished.

“Charlie,” Judi said.

“What?” Patti asked.

“Used to give me pink carnations. That was him as an angel to telling me to move on.”

The End


Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.

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