The Mystery of a Girl
#100StoryChallenge — No79
At midday, the girl always stood on the cliff overlooking the ocean.
Matilda would watch from her little house and wonder where the girl went on days when it rained. She always seemed to disappear as soon as thunder rumbled with the promise of a downpour.
The clouds would collect overhead, and then the girl would be off to wherever she spent her time when the weather was abysmal.
Some days, Matilda was tempted to go speak to the girl, but she always talked herself out of this idea.
Sometimes it was nice to have no answer to a question.
This is a part of my endeavor to go back to writing tighter fiction with more stringent word counts. It’s just one attempt at the 100 Story Challenge because I thought it would be a good exercise to do to keep my imagination sharp. We’ll see how it goes.
For longer fiction, you may enjoy my stories linked below:
