It is Saturday, a little but not too late for Friday Fictioneers. We gathered each week to share our stories of 100 words. Our gracious host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. And this week’s picture prompt from Sandra Cook. Today I dedicate my story to the memory of Christopher Scott who departed from us a few days ago. Rest in peace. You made a difference. You matter.
It was high noon. She went down to the ocean – to the pile of sandals that had washed up on the beach. Gathering them into the pail, she trudged through the hot sand.
She stopped, breathless and perspiring. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and saw her footprints behind her. It was her last day in Africa – her last day at the center of the earth.
Will anyone remember her presence here? Will anyone care?
She slowly walked on, putting down sandals from the pail – marking her steps across this earth. She was here. She mattered.