The wagon teetered then tipped its cargo, including the beautiful widow, Mrs. Snow, and her three children into the flow. The youngsters welcomed their dip and laughed as they splashed each other. They were not hampered by long skirts and so were not aware of the danger and their mother did not want to frighten them as she was dragged along the current. Eventually, she sank to the riverbed. Young Jeremiah, one of Mrs. Snow’s suitors, heard the cries for help and he swam to the bubbles, grasped calico and pulled her to the surface. Once his lips touched hers, how could she refuse his proposal?
I’m writing from the soft side again this week as the chair looks so lonely that I am afraid my dark side would cause tears and I’m tempted to say that this story is a bit wet but that would cause groans.
Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises the Friday Fictioneers and she does a wonderful job so thank you to her.
Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join in and let your imagination feed us with your stories.