This 98 word story is for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria
It was Mitch’s fiftieth birthday, a quiet celebration, just himself, Mary and the neighbours. The children couldn’t make it, something about traffic problems, congested roads. Too many people getting out of the city for the weekend, he expected. One reason he was glad they’d left. They’d drunk champagne, eaten cake sitting beneath the cedar tree, watching the sunset.
A niggling worry sent Mary inside to check her phone. Nothing. She had always been a worrier. She flipped on the news. Nothing.
“Mitch!” she called from the kitchen.
Nothing. She hurried to the door, peered across the lawn. Nothing.