PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant
The sun beat back the night but not the chill. The rows of trees and terraced houses blurred in shades of grey and mauve. Too early for breakfast lights.
I brushed the irregular stone wall of the bridge, felt the prickly shards of frost snap under my hand.
I heard her first, her heels clacking on the cobbles seemed to scream, “She’s getting away!”
Then I saw her, coat flapping through the mist, leaning to one side, both hands heaving her heavy case.
I ran to her. When her husband woke the lights in their house, we’d be well gone.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Michael Wynn 
Dear Michael,
At the title I heard the Beatles singing, “she’s leaving home, bye bye. Terrific descriptions and good job of setting the mood.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle
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Either her husband deserves to be left or he deserves a better woman . Good descriptions. Nicely done.
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I like to think it’s a romantic elopement, tough on the husband but you only live once and should be happy.
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This paints such a vivid picture. You’re a fabulous writer.
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Thanks, fabulous is a lovely word. I think growing up in this country, terraced houses and cold weather should be meat and drink to us.
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That was a very graphic picture you painted there. Well done.
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Thanks Sandra
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I enjoyed the setting of the scene, seems that she needed a clean break.
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Think she’s leaving for love
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Nice tension established with input of all the senses–the morning colors, the clacking heels, the flapping coat, the brittle frost. Brilliant work.
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Thank you,I’m glad you liked it
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You had me at the title… can never resist a Beatles line…..great story.
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Thanks for reading, pleased you liked it
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Great use of lines and tension… When morning comes all will be different
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Thanks Bjorn
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