Looking over the railing, the people below appeared as specks. He stood on the tower for hours. His friends told him to take each day and wake with one thing to look forward to.
“What if there’s nothing to look forward to without you?” he asked the silence.
A hawk soared above the tower and tipped its wing. Beyond the bird of prey, the sky transformed as a canvas painted by the golden red light of the setting sun. He smiled, wiping away tears. She had loved a beautiful sunset.
He whispered, “Okay, dear, I have my one thing.”
“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields, to write a story using only 100 words in response to a photo prompt. This week’s photo was provided by Jilly Funnell. For nearly a year now, I have enjoyed starting off my weekend by writing a story. If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, click HERE.