Melody shuffled aboard the train and slumped into her seat. Earlier that day, she received the bad news.
I gave up so much for this job!
She had moved away from family and put marriage on hold. Closing her eyes, Melody slept. She woke to the conductor calling.
A wave of déjà vu washed over her. She tiptoed from the train and found her parents standing on the platform.
“Did you have fun at camp?” her mother asked.
Melody raised her hand to scratch her head. She stared at her open palm, the palm of a twelve-year-old child.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken Sandra Crook.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.