The boxes of her water-damaged possessions took up three-quarters of the hotel room.
Until the destruction caused by Hurricane Matthew was repaired this was her home. The restoration firm said they would gain access next week. Until then, all she could do was sit and wait.
The flowers of condolence sat on the table. They stared at her, a constant reminder.
Bill was missing presumed dead, a victim of the storm.
She prayed that the cement in the cellar had dried in time and held once the water receded.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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