This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
The sun was setting in glorious red and orange colors and the coolness of a spring evening was rising as they drove into the motel parking lot.
The motel tucked between two major chains. From highway 101 you could easily miss the little sign indicating where to turn.
Room 208. Second floor with balcony. Every year for the past 5 years it was their hideaway for a few days. Lazy mornings with the local paper. Afternoon naps. Lingering meals at local restaurants. The perfect escape from their hectic lifes.
Except last year. Last year she received the CT scan results.
Oh Danny Boy! 
At least they spent precious moments together.
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What a lovely story, full of nostalgia and pathos.
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Danny, it feels like sunset is approaching in more ways than one. I’m glad they are trying to carry on the tradition but so heartrending to know it will probably be their last year together there. I wonder if he will return there after she’s passed on…
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A blessing to have had the prior years.
One never knows when time will change that.
A very realistic write on ill health.
Isadora 😎
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Oh Danny such a sad ending to the story
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One more year of CT for me. Then that’s five. Scan time is so stressful for so many of us. But we do what we love until we can’t. I enjoyed this, Danny. Sad or not.
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A true depiction of how unexpected events interrupt life. I want to hear how the five years of the vacation memory was an oasis during the upcoming trial.
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The memories will always remain. A touching tale, Danny.
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The dreaded CT.
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Such memories, are the gift of a good life, sad but good, full of love
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Sounds like they had a contented life
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Tragic how these things creep up on you. Lost my wife 12 years now.
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