I spent most of September on a road trip to visit old friends in my home state and came home through a storm of golden light and falling leaves. A glorious melancholy end to a nostalgic trip. So when I saw this week’s photo prompt on Friday Fictioneers, this is the 100 word story I came up with: (interesting timing, no?)
The wind was cold at the top of the bleachers. She sat hunched, staring down at the empty playing field. The long-awaited twenty-year reunion game was over, everyone had said their goodbyes bravely and left, hiding relief. Fieldlights came on, pushing back at the twilight in their dumb robotic way.
She felt the rumble of his climb through the metal bench. He stopped in front of her, rubbing his artificial hip, breathing heavily.
“Time to go home?” he murmured.
She looked up at him and then back at the empty field. “Jimmy, when did we all get so damn old?”