The below story is short fiction. It is my submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word story from the photo prompt, provided by Madison Woods.
My bare feet welcomed the cool, soft sand. It was shallow here, the water transparent. Like my heart.
We’d walk the shoreline together carrying plastic bags, looking for seashells, my husband and I.
I walked alone this morning, clutching his urn to my chest, reminiscing.
Forty five years we had together. We built our castle on the sand here, before the surf washed it out to sea, and cancer claimed his life.
I picked up an oyster shell. Like arms spread open, empty of its contents, its sides remained attached.
I opened mine, emptying his ashes into the sea.