Happy Friday, dear readers. Once again it has been a whirlwind of a week, completely full of work for me – I’ve started dreaming about my to do list on a nightly basis. Does that mean I work too much? Anyway, I apologize for my brief absence – but I wouldn’t miss Friday Fictioneers for the world. Thanks, as always to Rochelle for providing the prompt and this week to Adam Ickes for the awesome photo!
come to me
Under the villa, past the boardwalk. Come to me. –E
Christine clutched the crumpled note to her chest as she skipped down the boardwalk. She felt as light as air, like the warmth that bloomed in her chest would lift her into the blue sky like a balloon, and the only thing that kept her tethered to the earth was waiting for her in the villa.
As she got closer, the faint strains of Eric playing his guitar reached her and she smiled when she recognized their song:
How wonderful life is, when you’re in the world…
And it was.