This week’s photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers came courtesy of Piya Singh.
Such a beautiful summer…
I couldn’t believe it was true; he was total perfection, and incredibly wanted to be with me.
That day, we’d slithered down stone-flecked hillsides greased with September rains, to seek shelter in the ramshackle building. The dusty air crackled with the tension between us as we lay side by side.
Afterwards he told me it couldn’t happen again; it felt wrong, I was too young.
The wheel creaked rhythmically as the stream rushed beneath the mill, and his neck cracked loudly, when his head became trapped in the spokes.
Everything changed that day.