There has been quite a lot happening in my life just recently and the urge to write just got up and walked out. I had to have the lenses in my eyes replaced – not as horrific as it sounds I assure you – but a worry nevertheless. My work has also taken up too much of my time and I found I didn’t want to write – anything. I have missed Friday Fictioneers very much indeed; missed the contact with people who had become very supportive friends; missed the exchange with people who are kind enough and interested enough to follow my blog, such as it is. I did try to post something for the prompt last week, then deleted it as it was not much good. I am back to try again.
Forgive the out-pouring, but it matters to me that you know why I have been AWOL.
Word Count: 100
Beth found the bones at 6pm.
They lay in a shallow space between the overhanging rock face and the old irrigation channel she was working in; she had been clearing stones and old debris from it for the past two weeks.
Rob came over when she called and casually inspected her find.
‘Looks small, a child perhaps?’
‘No!’ Beth shuddered at the thought.
‘Children worked in places like this; the find is not unusual.’
As he gently moved the bones to one side, a soft sigh whispered past them and floated up on the cool evening air.