This morning tumbling from the billowing waves of the bed-sheet, a stone banded the white and blue of the ocean outside her window. She put it on the sill with the piece of sea glass discovered while folding clothes and remembered their love like it was another lifetime: how he would tuck into her hand a shell, a stone; the way he had opened her like a rose; her sorrow when currents had swept them into different lives. Now she opens the door and light breaks into a million glistening colors as she sees the honeycomb on her doorstep and knows.
The Friday Fictioneers is an online group dedicated to crafting flash fiction pieces of a 100 words each week with the inspiration of a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the group. If you would like to read more pieces inspired by this prompt click here.