Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

The last tourists boarded the ferry to the mainland. As it pulled away from the harbor, John glanced at his wife Betty.

“Are you gonna miss all this?”

She smiled at him sweetly, “Oh John, I’m sure we’ll both be wondering what to do with ourselves. But I’m so excited. I’m going upstairs to pack.”

John checked the windows and door locks. The new inn keepers would be here soon. He paused for a moment in the parlor, remembering conversations with past guests…tales of travel and exotic destinations.

It would be their turn now. First stop, London.

kat ~ 25 November 2015
(98 Words)

Another entry for Friday Fictioneer’s Weekly Photo Prompt. Thanks again Rochelle for this great challenge, and thanks to Sandra for a great photo! If you would like to read other stories or participate, click HERE.

Photo Credit: etolbagam.com

“Where am I? How did I get here?”

The last thing Milly remembered, she was driving on some old country road. It was raining. Hard. But stopping was not an option. She had an appointment to keep.

“The road must be near by,” she thought.

As she stood sweeping leaves off her sweater, a flash of color caught her eye, startling her. Milly followed the flash to the base of an old hollow tree. One by one silly heads popped up. They reminded her of her childhood toys. Scary as they were, she slept with them every night to feel safe from the monsters she didn’t know.

Sounds of heavy equipment rattled just past a grove of trees nearby. Milly rushed over to see her mangled car being hoisted on a flatbed truck.

“What is happening?” she screamed. “Why can’t you hear me?! I’m right here!”

Just then, her grandmother’s voice whispered from behind, “There there, Milly dear. You’re in heaven.”

kat ~ 24 November 2015

(174 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) Challenge #41. If you would like to read more stories or enter your own story, check HERE.