100-word Flash Fiction
This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
This week, I’m offering the final installment to my previous stories of the time-traveling Victoria (Part 1: Faint memories, Part 2: Pourquoi moi? and Part 3: Third time charm). I hope you enjoy it. For those of you who might have been waiting for the final chapter, I apologize (again) for the delay. It has been very a busy summer.
The tall man grasped her tighter still.
“Yes,” she whispered again more softly.
The waltz ended. With no word, he disappeared into the garden.
Her heart pounded. He is gone? No, a voice screamed in her head.
At the east gate, a note was tucked under the rusting hinges. The red wax seal. His. Her name. Victoria. Carefully scripted in black ink on the outside.
She trembled as she read his words.
The hinges screeched as she slowly stepped through the gate, to the past, now her present and her future.
Finally. She was his. She was home.