100 words for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt
PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson
Paula squeezed Joe’s hand tight, as tight as her closed eyes.
“You should look,” he said. “You’d see then that there’s nothing left.”
With an effort she opened her eyes, took in the remains of the house on the hill, the broken steps down to the jetty.
“There isn’t even any water,” Joe said. “They damned the creek after they torched the house.”
He was still there though, her little brother. She closed her eyes and squeezed out the tears. He would always be there. It would always be that nightmare morning when she found his body in the water.