The Last Festival

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

As she stared at the damaged greenhouse she was transported back to last year’s beer festival, an annual open-air jamboree with live music. People from all over the state and even overseas flocked like birds every year. 

She hated going. While everyone else was having a good time, she suffered in the sweltering heat because she had to wear long sleeves to cover fresh bruises. She watched as her husband flirted with other women and chugged down beer. Then, the greenhouse accident happened, killing him instantly.

86 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here. Also used Sammi Cox’s weekend word prompt, Jamboree.

Source: Cambridge Dictionary

23 Replies to “The Last Festival”

  1. I wonder what she thinks when she looks out at the remnants of the greenhouse. Probably a little of this and a little of that. I think she should call the scrappers out to haul it away, along with the rest of the mess left behind.

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