Friday Fictioneers-Crickets and the Chill of Fall


It’s where I thought we’d sit at night, to hear the crickets till they were silenced by the chill of fall. We’d sit together fireside, while your fingertip traced lazy circles in my palm.

I’m not an outdoorsy girl, but the fire sounded nice, while seated on a bench fashioned from a felled oak in the backyard. All that’s left of us now are the stump and a few fleeting memories of the plans we had.

With my coat buttoned against the cold, I head out to meet the handyman that will finish the work that your leaving left behind.

Genre: Romance, I think

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The stories don’t come too often for me, but when they do they come quickly and I just have to grab them! Please feel free to critique my work as I’m always open to suggestions for writing better stories.

29 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-Crickets and the Chill of Fall

    • I’m glad the photo spoke to me this week and I’m so happy to hear from you!I do believe the handyman was only there to clear the stump. The poor woman’s heart is too broken to even let another man near it.

  1. This is an interesting maybe romantic read. I like wondering if “the handyman” is her next love or just a breakup guy or if it’s a literal handyman for a literal tree. Maybe a mix of all of that above. Fun story. I guess I didn’t read it as sad because I find myself thinking hm lumberjack with ax. 🙂

  2. Nice story, tinged with sadness and memories of happier times. I like that you don’t state that the nature of the ‘leaving’—I choose to believe the partner passed away, rather than upped and left. Hope that’s okay!

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