Frank was a good husband. He loved his wife of 44 years, his family, and the time they spent together, mostly on the water.
Maude held him close, as she and her boys stepped on the boat lined dock. Memories floated up through the waters of time, and filled her eyes with tears.
Her boys hugged her tight until they came to Frank’s Joy, where they helped her board.
Dark water lapped beneath as they dangled feet over the bow, talked of good times, and laughed until Maude pulled the top from the urn.
“Goodbye my love.”
I’m posting this a lot later than normal, but what a week! Also, I struggled with this one, switching ideas several times and scrapping the first story written for the prompt. I think this one conveys the emotion I was going for, at least that is the hope.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.