As near as I can tell, this prompt was my very first Friday Fictioneers story, four years ago! It’s hard to believe. I couldn’t help but run my story this week…although I made a few changes…because guess what else? June 1st also marks my 4-year Anniversary with WordPress! This is a double celebration of sorts!
Thanks to all my blogging friends who have stuck with me all this time. Truly, I appreciate your support and for taking time to read and comment.
A big thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Fictioneers. She really is my Blog Fairy Godmother. Cheers! This week’s prompt was provided by Piya Singh.
Enrique and his wife, Sadie, had walked for hours in overgrown hills and meandered off course. While lumbering through granite rocks and muddy sludge, traces of honeysuckle lit the way to a new path, clear of vegetation and soft under their weary feet.
The cottage appeared before them in sun-kissed light with a delicate trickle of water coaxing them closer. They dropped their packs and splashed their faces with cool liquid and drank.
They could rest tonight. Inside a candle burned and a small, featherbed awaited them. Sadie sighed. The door slammed shut, locking them in. The candle extinguished.
My original story as first published is here.
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