See the problem with being frozen in time is that even when you want to call out, you can’t.
According to the newspaper I saw being read yesterday in front of the shop, it’s now 2013.
57 long, lonely years since my wedding day and not once have I complained about this whole “being frozen in time” thing.
I’ve never shown bitterness, or anger. Never screamed out at the fact that I’ve missed my Percy every day since, nor complained when I’ve been moved from pillar to post, but right now, all I want to do is call his name.
Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers in response the photo attached below. It’s a lot of fun trying to hit that 100 word mark. why not give it a go!