Jenny hurried past the sports field with her head down, eyes fixed on the path before her. The hubbub of the players stirred memories she’d rather ignore. Plus, he was there. She could hear his voice, bellowing orders over the field. She could feel the weight of his knowing gaze.
She’d spent so many hours standing on the sidelines, cheering on her Mikey – the team’s golden boy – that their friendship had been inevitable. The coach had become such an important figure to them both, with his fatherly advice and understanding. He’d attended their engagement party, their wedding and their housewarming. He’d offered a supportive hand when injury had denied Mikey the game he loved. He’d provided her with protection when alcohol had turned her husband’s passion into anger.
He’d been there when Mikey nearly killed her.
Her little house was only a short distance from the field. She supposed she ought to move away now… But she couldn’t leave her garden. Her sanctuary.
After all, that was where she and the coach had buried Mikey’s body.
Word Count: 175 words
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This post is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a flash fiction challenge run by Priceless Joy that asks you to write a story of 100-175 words, based on the photo prompt. This week’s prompt was provided by Yinglan. Thank you, Yinglan!
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