Coffee

Happy Friday, Readers! You’ve waited patiently, and now it is time for Friday Fictioneers! Last week we left Emmeline and Nick in a precarious position…read on to find out what happens next!

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this prompt and to Roger Bultot for providing the photo.

Enjoy!

Copyright: Roger Bultot

Coffee

Nick sat frozen, an untouched cup of coffee from a nurse in his hand.

At the sound of footsteps he looked up. A doctor stood there. “Mr. Ramsey? She’s asking for you.”

Nick entered the room with trepidation. Emmeline lay on the hospital bed, an IV in her arm and hooked up to a heart monitor. It beeped steadily. Her eyes were closed but as he pulled the door shut she opened them.

“This isn’t what I meant when I asked you to meet me for coffee, Nicholas.”

Her soft smile was all it took for him to breakdown completely.

Outside of the World

Happy Friday Readers! Another week has come and gone already! I’m sorry for skipping last week, but I’m back again with another Friday Fictioneers adventure with Emmeline and Nicholas. And since I missed last week…I made this story 200 words instead of the usual 100. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Special thanks to Rochelle for always providing a prompt (even when some of us skip a week) and to Liz Young for this week’s photo!

Copyright: Liz Young

Outside of the World

The frost tipped grass crunched under Nick’s oxford shoes as he made his way through the tiny cemetery. Most of the stones were crumbling, their names and dates faded or illegible.

Suddenly he saw her. She was sitting on a stone bench, hands folded in her lap. For a second Nick hesitated, unwilling to disturb her, but she shifted and looked up, catching sight of him immediately.

“Nicholas? what are you doing here? Is anything wrong?”

“Your office told me I could find you here,” Nick said. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come, it’s nothing important…” He turned to leave.

“Wait,”said Emmeline, rising to her feet. Nick stopped. “I come here to think sometimes.” She reached out and took his hand, pulling him back towards the bench.

“Why here?” The cemetery was old. No one had probably been buried there for over 50 years.

Emmeline shrugged. “It’s peaceful. Quiet. I feel outside of the world here.”

Nick looked around. His eye caught on the tombstone directly in front of them. His eyes widened. “That’s your name!” he cried, jumping up to look closer at the faded letters. He touched the stone. “How strange!”

“Stranger than you think,” she whispered.