Rather shamefully, I not been posting any blogs. In my defence, I have several written on paper, just not transferred onto here. I hope you can forgive me.
I came across a mini short story competition for Stylist magazine. They were only asking for 100 words to put with the day’s picture. So, during my lunch break, I wrote my piece.
Martha looked into Tommy’s blue eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she said.
“It could be my last chance,” said Tommy gazing out onto the Thames. “I need to do this.”
Martha and Tommy watched the tugboat chug along the river. A silence descended between them. They knew this was it – the end of the road. Even the steel bridge that spanned the gap over the river could not reunite the two. They watched the tugboat fade into the distance.
A black car stopped behind them. “I’m sorry,” said Tommy as he climbed into the back.