This story was written for Friday Fictioneers. Each week, Rochelle gives us an image and 100 words to tell a story. She also inspires us with a story of her own. This week’s prompt image comes from Jean L. Hays – thanks! Click on the blue frog below to read more stories that correspond to this prompt and to add your own.
By the way, I’ve been having trouble trying to comment on Blogger or Blogspot blogs…maybe something in my privacy settings? I will try to investigate. I keep pressing the “publish” button, but it won’t publish; the page just refreshes with my comment still pending.
“Come on—adventure! Local color!” Ben said, steering Janice into the little store by the highway.
Merchandise was piled against the windows. Ben started explaining their unorthodox honeymoon to the silent owner.
Then she saw it—an unremarkable green plaid shirt—yet her heart swung toward it even before she saw the pink heart patch she’d sewn on the elbow twenty years ago.
It was quiet. Ben was staring at a locket, mouth open.
“How—” Janice said, holding the shirt. “My dad?”
“Things find their way here,” the owner said, sitting back. “People, too. What’s your memory worth?”
If you have a moment and the interest, I hope you’ll check out my story, “The Magic,” published with Necessary Fiction today. : )