Dressed in black, she walked alongside the river. Beside her were her brothers, both in black suits and solemn expressions. Between her hands held a gold urn containing her late-husband’s ashes. She was to honor his wishes to be scattered in the river, to allow his ashes to fly free and him to roam free in the afterlife.
Then, a voice approached, “Isn’t that the wife of that famous singer?”
A gasp. “It is.”
In seconds, a crowd gathered, flashing their phones in her direction while she shielded her face with her veil. Can’t one mourn her husband in peace?
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.