Martha thought this was the saddest time of the year. It was the end of early morning walks on the beach, searching for shells and sea glass. It was the end of carefree summer days, reading under the umbrella on hot lazy afternoons. It also meant returning home to forecasts of fog, rain, icy snowy days and darkness in the late afternoon. This would be the first “empty nest” winter. The kids were both settled on campus.
It would just be Martha and Bill for the first time in many years.
One hundred words (mine was 98 this week) Hosted by Rochelle for the weekly Friday Fictioneers. You will enjoy the stories there. I guarantee.