Dinner for One

Ben stood motionless at the window and waited.  Why?  He did last month and the month before that?  Because it was his week.

They would never have missed it.  Sunday lunch was a family ritual that held them together.

dining-room

Him,  insane?

He knew that everyone was wrong; the media were wrong; the police hadn’t found the car in the river nor anywhere else. His baby sister would run across the courtyard up to his door, with Mom and Dad in tow. Yes, one day they would, and he would tell the world how they had little faith!

 

A picture prompt for Friday Fictioneers (100 words limit)

 

 

 

 

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About liz2you

Life just happens when you plan something else. 50 years spent in Africa and relevant stories.
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10 Responses to Dinner for One

  1. This is powerful. Very well done. You draw the reader in and get him caught up into the feelings of your character, but don’t let that reader understand why until the very end.

  2. That hooked me instantly! Very interesting, and I really want to know more. Brilliant job!

  3. hafong says:

    I hope he is right. Sad story.

    Lily

  4. liz2you says:

    Thanks Lily, who knows, maybe I could pursue the story! Liz

  5. A very sad story. Also a very good story!

  6. Dear Liz,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your wistful tale.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  7. liz2you says:

    It was fun Rochelle and I am glad I found you.
    Will I get an email when your next one starts?
    Liz

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