Friday Fictioneers: House of Sand


The box landed with a thud. Its contents spilled out.

I looked up at Alex who was standing firm, yet trembling. He pointed at the box. Soundlessly, his mouth opened. I dropped the knife in the mustard jar. I picked a receipt for the Airport Inn off a slice of bread.

I looked up at him without looking into his eyes.

“You found it.”

“Why – Rae – why?” his lips began to tremble.

I put my hands up in front of my chest.

“It’s not..”

“Don’t,” he shook his head and looked straight int0 me.

I didn’t.


word count: 96

Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who challenges us to think outside the box and write a story of 100 WORDS OR LESS from the given photo prompt. This week’s photo prompt provided by ceayr


16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: House of Sand

  1. Dear MTO,

    I get the impression that she’s leaving him. I liked that she looked at him without looking into his eyes. An admission of guilt there.



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