Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
I don’t know if this has ever happened in one of my FF fictions before, but the line that tied the story to the picture was edited out because I was over the word count and the words I needed to make the story were more important than talking about a window where you could see the roofs of neighboring houses. 🙂 Editing is everything!
“It sounds daft, but you make me believe in fairytales,” he says. “Crikey. I’ll meet you at the station.”
He doesn’t show.
She checks into her room. “Where are you?” she whispers.
New Year’s Day the sun barely clears the horizon.
Desolate, thinking the worst of him, she wanders to the pub and into a vigil, his picture on a podium.
“He saved a young mother and child…”
“The moment we talked I felt we had a connection. Is that crazy?” he’d asked.
Dazed, she focuses on his eternally smiling face. She never told him: “I know, I felt it too.”