100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I’m a little late with my story this week, but here it is! Enjoy.
Rain slid from the leaves like the tears down her cheeks. Fog crept down the valley like a fox stalking a rabbit. Mud squelched under her galoshes piercing the evening silence. Five minutes to the farm.
She ran her fingers over the peeling paint on the fence and the initials she’d carved so many years ago. She and brother Gil flew kites in this field and caught rainbow in the stream.
After Gil drowned, she became invisible — invisible for more than fifty years.
Their last will and testament finally broke the silence.
They should have left the damned farm to a charity.