Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
‘The blues’ they call it, and I can understand why.
In the pre-dawn light of a dull March morning, with drizzle coalescing on the windows, nearby houses loom, shapeless, out of the blue-grey mist.
I boil a kettle for coffee. Did I really used to grind beans fresh every morning?
I suppose I’d better wash the plate that I used for my microwave dinner last night.
No. That can wait until after coffee.
Perhaps I’ll feel better when spring finally arrives. Gerald’s plant looks cheerful enough.
It’s nearly a year now since he died.
I wish I could join him.