Once again, it’s Friday Fictioneers, where participants are challenged to pen a 100 word story, inspired by a particular photograph.
Howard scrutinized the photo. An old stone edifice, presumably a church. But why send it to him? Then he noticed the tiny figure in the corner. He looked sharply back at the torn envelope, but there was no return address.
Elaine entered, carrying groceries. “There’s more in the car,” she said, out of breath. “Can you help?”
“S-sure,” Howard stammered. “Just a second.”
After she went back out, he stared at the image again. What did it mean? The figure was himself, of that there was no doubt. But that building he was entering… he had never seen it before.