Better or Worse


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

She stomped her feet on the mat dislodging most of the compacted snow.  Boots pulled off, she hung her wet coat on the hook and made for the kitchen.

The cold had made her nose stream.  She grabbed a piece of paper towel, flicked the switch on the kettle and slumped into the tattered armchair by the window.

There was still no news.

Each night she went to bed despairing.

Each morning she woke with renewed hope.

Would it always be this way?

Would knowing be better or worse?

He had only been two years old when he went missing.


Word Count: 100

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


43 thoughts on “Better or Worse

  1. wmqcolby says:

    Wow, that last line took a little wind out of my sails. You captured a great atmosphere of winter, etc. Reminds me of growing up on ten acres of land outside of town (which slowly encroached on us in later years). Good story, Clare!

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  2. Rowena says:

    Great story, Clare and very haunting.
    It reminds me of the dreadful real life disappearance of Australian 3 year old, William Tyrell
    He just vanished from his grandmother’s place.
    My daughter is 10 and a few months ago she mentioned a William. I think she wanted the reward money but was also concerned about what has happened to him. I’d never really considered how hearing that story has affected a generation of kids and their parents. I know the kids around here are very conscious of white vans.
    xx Rowena

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  3. gahlearner says:

    A heavy punch in the last line. The cold despair of everyday life is very well described. I’ve read about people who lost their children that they were relieved when they finally learned what happened. It gave them closure and the knowledge that any suffering had ended. It must be horrible.

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