Friday Flash Fiction

Photo Courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A simple scene – the kitchen, the heart of the home and filled with happiness. Looking out, what does one see?

Word count: 100

Morning Mists

Carol leaned against the counter; after thirty years a groove had worn where her hipbone rested. Coffee steaming, she looked out over the horizon. Mist covered the fields, softening the world in a way that pleased her. Each drop sparkled in new hope for the day, and all things felt possible.

Today was the day she’d tell him. Love had gone and she had to go, too, to save herself. His footsteps on the stairs came too soon.

“Good morning, dear. Sleep well?” Hope, like the day’s mist, evaporated with this exchange.

Carol smiled a tight smile. “Fine, dear. You?”

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© Erin Leary

14 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fiction

  1. sorry, you asked for something good, but all i could think at the end of you tale was that groove in her was going to get deeper.

    loved the line: after thirty years a groove had worn where her hipbone rested (against the counter).


  2. So much to admire in this piece. The groove in the counter is a really good metaphor and suggests stuck in a rut; the comparison between the mist and the coffee steam; her determination and decision disappeariing… as I’m sure has happened before and will happen again.
    Great writing, well done

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