I have been absent from my blog for the last few months due to a personal difficulty. My partner of 20 years (who became my husband six weeks ago) was diagnosed with lung cancer at the start of the summer. Although it felt long at the time, it was a relatively short battle that ended with his death last month.
Writing has kept me sane throughout the last few months, helped me to understand my own feelings and to make some bit of sense of what was happening. Perhaps little of what I wrote at that time will ever see the light of day, I don’t know yet. It’s too soon to step back far enough to look at it with a critical, editing eye but I’ll get there.
Anyhow, I’ve missed my blog, and especially the weekly anticipation of Friday Fictioneers. I am glad to be back and I look forward to reading everyone else’s stories.
Thanks to Rochelle for her patience and commitment in hosting this group and helping us all to grow as writers.
To read other stories inspired by the picture prompt below, click on the blue frog.
Emily loved the buzz rippling through the travellers ahead of their journey but she felt achingly empty when the bus carried them away, leaving her to clear the dirty tables.
Today though, she had met Bren. He was a biker from the next village, catching the bus to the city to pick up a part for his Harley.
His friendly but slightly distant smile filled Emily with the adventure of endless open roads. She didn’t know if Bren would ever come back to her family’s diner but it didn’t matter.
Something had awoken inside Emily and she would never be the same again.