Post 1553. Wednesday June 21
Champagne, please. A large glass Miss? No, a bottle.
As the ferry headed out to sea she stood on the stern deck, glass in one hand, bottle in the other watching the wake tumble away. Sombre thoughts, painful memories, her reasons for living were roused by the buffeting wind.
Please join your vehicles, a voice said. One by one, the cars left the ferry. On the stern deck lay an empty bottle, a shattered glass and a set of keys. Down below, just one car remained.
For Friday Fictioneers which is hosted by Rochelle. Thanks to Ted Strutz for the picture.