He scrawled the heart on their bench, the tears streaming down his face matching the grey sleet that slashed across the sky. She would know, she would see what she had done to him. This was where they had met, on this bench. This was where she had told him it was over, that she had met someone else. He climbed the fence and looked down into the swirling river below, and jumped.
The municipal worker sighed and took out the paint remover from his van and set to work. These young kids, their graffiti messing up the city.
Twenty minutes later, the black heart was gone.
Written for Friday Fictioneers 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).
To read more stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
In other writing news, I finally made it to the end of another first draft this week, only a month or so behind (my self-imposed) schedule. On to the editing and rewriting for a couple of months, but at somewhere, somehow, there will be another book!
‘The Barra Boy’ is available now. You can find all the information for getting a copy HERE.
IAIN KELLY 
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