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.
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)