Her Story


PHOTO PROMPT © Lucy Fridkin

How could he leave me?  How could he do it now?

Did he really think the money and lifestyle were so important?

I loved him when we were penniless, living in a tiny bedsit and I love him still.

Did the money mean more to him than our relationship?  Did he truly believe I would blame him, resent him or even leave him?

Stupid, senseless, fool!

If only he had come home that night.

If only I had the chance to tell him.

It would have made a difference, I’m sure…

If he’d known about the baby growing inside me.


Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


20 thoughts on “Her Story

  1. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Clare,

    Both stories were good. My favorite is hers. There is in it more of the ring of truth, as though you could feel her pain, longing, love and loss more. His story starts off with us wrestling with your word choice re the sky and the tempestuous nature of it. If there is an area for reflection, it is there. Both good. Hers spot on.



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  2. Michael Wynn says:

    This has proved to be a great saga well told from two points of view which highlights his lack of understanding and appreciation of the important things in life. Perhaps he knew them once but forgot them when the money God took over his life and outlook.

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  3. Inside the Mind of Isadora says:

    WOW … this is a powerful one too. Gosh … knowing about suicide from family members I can understand her anger and despair. Extremely, well told story of the feelings of those left behind.
    Isadora 😎
    p.s. I’m so pleased you added both perspectives. BRAVO …!!!


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