One breathtaking photo. 100 well-chosen words. The following story was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers – a weekly fiction contest for writers to hone their skills. Find other entries by visiting https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com
Her text message bounced onto my phone’s glowing screen, causing me to choke on my Sprite. I rolled my eyes as I dabbed at the mess. Susie. What a nut case. I should’ve left her months ago.
A stewardess handed me a napkin with a smirk. “Another, sir?”
Opening the airplane window, I drank in the golden sunset. So beautiful. But Susie would never see it, tucked away in her shelter.
I laughed, but the sound caught in my throat as I saw a black mass darken the sun.
Regret strangled me.