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 © Jean L. Hays
It was the depressing period between seasons when dirty snow clings to banks and sere grass hides the shoots that will soon scatter colour across the meadows. The wind had been howling for days.
Klah felt lonely. He didn’t call it that, but that was what it was.
The battered Pontiac pulled up as he was loading provisions into his pick-up – bread, gammon, beans, whisky – the necessities of life. A woman climbed out, broad hips swaying, reminding him of – it couldn’t be, surely? Not after ten years.
He followed her into the store.
“Hello, Klah!” beamed Ajei and kissed him.