Trying something new this week! Here’s a 100 word flash story based on a photo prompt via the #FridayFictioneers.
The Memory House
It’s our first kiss. You stand on the porch in new jeans, and your hands in your pockets. I laugh at how nervous you are. Or it’s our wedding day. You come and steal a kiss through the window. This time you’re not nervous. Or am I pregnant with our first child? My stomach is round and huge, and you rub at it laughing, for good luck you say as we sit on the steps.
I wait for the time machine to stop spinning. Always, it brings me back here. I hope this time I find you waiting.