Marina, wrapped in a pink blanket, quietly standing on the porch.
In his mind, he saw her there still: all he wanted. His woman, a child, a house, a life.
“Gone!” he shouted.
This is an entry for this weekend’s Trifecta Writing Challenge. The Trifectans provided snapshots of page 33 of the book Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, and challenged us to write a piece using any 33 words from the page.
- Trifextra Reading Challenge (thelifeofkylie.com)
- Trifecta: Open & Devour (managuagunntoujours.wordpress.com)
- Never Mind – A Trifecta Post (edwardhotspur.wordpress.com)
- pyrajane’s review #53: Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout (cannonballread4.wordpress.com)