Another week rolls by, and I abruptly make the transition from calculus to Friday Fictioneers. Yes, I am a student again, with homework. Alas! If it didn’t pertain to volcanoes, I would be wondering what I’m doing in graduate school. Luckily, it is relevant…but I digress.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing exercise hosted by Madison Woods on her blog. Writers from around the globe post links to 100 word flash fiction inspired by a photo prompt Madison posts every Wednesday. For writers, it’s a great way to get readers. For readers, it’s a source of some really interesting stories.
As always, I welcome constructive criticism. Without it, I cannot develop as a writer. This week’s photo is below; story follows the photo.
He woke up that morning with grinding joints and wobbly knees, stood at the mirror and worked the shaving cream to a lather, drew the razor across his saltpepper stubble, splashed his face, dried it. He walked down the hall past the three empty bedrooms and opened the front door. He carefully took the stairs and stepped out onto the driveway, gravel cutting into his bare feet. He glanced at the old pickup and thought of driving, just driving, but instead he turned back towards the house with the wind brushing his face like a kiss blown backward in time.