This gave me an opportunity to explore another aspect of the increasingly complex story I'm discovering, and have been revealing through my Five Sentence Fiction entries. Here, for the first time, Gil's wife [who's name is Cheryl, as it turns out] is the protagonist.
I had no clear image of her, but the first visual prompt clicked - that is Cheryl! [Photo credits at the Dare link.]
After that, working the other two in was a snap. The hard part was hitting the word count. My first shot had me at 101, and only half finished. So I put on my minimalist hat. Indeed, this would all be a lot less enigmatic if I had a richer word budget, but this clocks in at exactly 100.
I'm not participating in NaNoWriMo, so, alas, that's a bonus point I can't qualify for.
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Of Cheryl, a Tower, and Trees
Cheryl was devastated to discover she was pregnant.
One slip, one time, and this?
She found him waiting where they first met, at the footbridge in the park.
Silently, they strolled down the long tree-lined lane to a place not of this earth.
Up the spiral staircase of the ancient tower then - yes - where she had been so willingly seduced - that was the very place to share this awful news.
But he, craving a son, was elated.
She could have her baby – his baby – here, where the time slip was different, and her husband Gil need never know.