Happy late Friday, my dear Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I write this for you before I head off to dream land. Today’s photo credit goes to Jan Wanye Fields. Enjoy the story, even if it isn’t a happy one.
Guilt twisted her stomach, making it impossible to swallow another mouthful. Rachel pushed her plate away. “May I be excused?”
Forks clattered against plates. “You’ve barely touched your food, Precious,” her father said.
Rachel gave him a pained smile. “I don’t feel well.” She hurried away as fast as decorum would allow and barely made it to the window seat in the hall before collapsing. “He’ll never forgive me,” she whispered.
On the the other side of town, a young man clutched a crumpled note. It was a letter, written in feminine hand. The first read line read, “I’m sorry.“