Voyages, trips, journeys. Why did everyone think they were good things? Couldn’t things just stay the same? Emily looked at Ben sitting next to her on the couch. He took her hand gently.
“Don’t worry Emily. Don’t be sad, it’ll be okay.” He said but it just made her more upset.
“I don’t want to go I’ll miss you too much.” She said between sniffles.
Emily’s mum walked in. “Emily time to get in the car. It’s two weeks at camp, not death row!” She said pointing to the door. It was going to be a long two weeks.
Aeroplane Image courtesy of Rich Voza for Friday Fictioneers
Originally written in response to Friday Fictioneers.
Using the above image tell a story in 100 words or less.
Lovely story.
Thank you for the lovely comment, Ngobesing. I am pleased you enjoyed it. KL ❤
A hidden story between mum and dad, with sad elements. Well written
Two weeks can seem like a year for kids. Wait…who am I kidding, lol. I still feel this way, not for leaving but for “the waiting.” A day in feedback time feels like an eon. Great story!
Haha! Yes I remember thinking the summer holidays seemed like an age, yet they passed so quickly. Thank you for your kind comment, I am pleased you liked it. KL ❤
Dear K.L. Caley,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. A delightful misdirect. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you Rochelle 🙂 I have been following for a while but it’s the first time I’ve dipped my toe into the water. Glad you liked it. KL ❤