Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of DLovering.
As always, comments are appreciated. I try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
Just a quick word on the writing group. The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthrall and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there is something for everyone to be found within its midst.
The group has been under Rochelle’s stewardship now for two years to the week, so this is a birthday of sorts. Happy Birthday Friday Fictioneers. On a side note, today (Thursday 10th April) is also my Birthday!
Anyway, hope you enjoy the story.
Festival de la Memoria
Her caress is electric, sparking memories of desire. Moving closer, she speaks, a ghostly whisper that stirs uncontrollable passion within my loins.
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it.”
Powerless to resist, her body presses close, legs entwining to draw me into the dance. The music of the festival pulls at us, it’s hypnotic beat alive with purpose, driving us toward exhaustion.
“Goodbye, my love.”
The music ends, and with it she is gone, disappearing into the night. Her words carry a lifetime of regret, renewing the pain of loss once again.
As tears stream down my face, I mouth three simple words, knowing full well that the dead cannot reply.
“I miss you.”