Charlotte shuffled to the window and sat in her rocking chair. With her tea balanced on the window ledge beside the geranium, she watched her dress blowing in the wind. She aired it out every Friday. Dan would be coming home soon, then he would take her dancing. They planned on getting married. She promised to wait.
Charlotte closed her eyes, afraid to admit she was getting tired. “How long has it been?” she wondered. The years have slipped by. “Has it been over fifty years since he left?” She dismissed the thought. She clung to her dream; it was all she had.
This post is part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge. In this challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, writers are encouraged to write a 100 words in response to the photo prompt. Other entries in this weeks challenge are:
- Friday Fiction – Dress for Success (elmowrites.wordpress.com)
- The Murder Frock – Friday Fictioneers – May 31st (joeowensblog.wordpress.com)
- The Pale Red Ghost – Friday Flash Fiction (weltschmerzcollection.wordpress.com)
- Friday Fictioneers Pillow Trimmings (fossil754.wordpress.com)
- Friday Fictioneers: the dress (pixilatedtoo.wordpress.com)
- The Dress (40again.wordpress.com)
- Friday Fiction: Arabella’s Secret (elappleby.wordpress.com)
- Special Becky – Friday Fictioneers (greenwalledtower.wordpress.com)
- A Dress for Any Occasion (secondstaronther.wordpress.com)
- Friday Fictioneers – Molly vs. The Utterly Horrible Bridesmaid Dress (misskzebra.wordpress.com)