Another smooth landing on the calm waters of the glacier lake. It was good to be home. I hated going to town, but I needed supplies. The gossip this time around was all about the missing woman. She was nice enough but her husband was a brute.
I added my two cents. “Maybe he did it!”
Supplies on my back, I hiked to the cabin, relieved I wouldn’t need to return to town until spring. The gray sky and chill air announced the arrival of snow. Glad for that. Snow would erase all the remaining evidence she was ever here.
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 by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.