Tell us a story.
One paragraph. Four sentences, not four lines. A beginning and ending. You fill in the middle. No dialogue. It can be loving, funny, sad, even enlightening. Tag me in the comment section as: @Danceinsilence so that I can read your work. Winner will receive The Flash Fiction Award Certificate ... and as always, I will start this off
The seaplane had been too much. She’d always feared water, having nearly drowned as a girl; now that the craft obstructed her shore view, she left weekends at the lake house to him. Life changed little after Rod and the unknown woman went down in the Skywagon. Still, she occasionally tasted something in her wine that might have been regret.