This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
Amber sneaked out of the house. Outside sat partially darkness. The shadows were rising in silky silhouettes.
She had walked on the gravel, mud path many a times. But today, she walked without any friends.
The scene looked perfect. The swollen grey clouds hung above, ready to cry, but something was stopping them from bursting out.
With a camera in her hand, she tried to capture the scene — the last sunrise….
Tring! Tring! Her singing cell phone shattered the silence of the place.
“Amber! Where are you? Come… before the movers… are here….”
“Yah…mom…comin. Just, saying goodbye to a friend.”