Under the coruscating lights that hung above the cobblestone street, vendors sold their exotic cuisine. Aromatic smells wafted to her second story flat. Standing on the balcony, Amaya inhaled deeply. She would miss Timur’s lamb stew and Kalinda’s curry chicken skewers. She watched the passersby strolling under lights that reminded her of home and considered what to do.
Who left the note and photo in my mailbox?
The photo taken with close friends who knew nothing of her former life. The doorbell rang. Amaya could run again, start afresh someplace new. Instead, she left the balcony and opened the door.
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 Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.