He imagined he heard the water boiler whistle and raced to the kitchen. Turning the corner, he expected to see her; bathed in the early morning light, leaning against the sink, arms buried to her elbows in sudsy water. But, then he remembered. The electricity was off, the water had stopped, and she was gone. No birds chirped. No children squealed from the park across the street.
Three weeks before, an enchanting elderly woman knocked on his door. When she revealed he had one wish, he never expected the consequences.
He simply declared, “I just want it all to stop.”
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 provided by A. Noni Mouse.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, click here.