This is my Friday Fictioneers contribution for this week. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using the photo as a prompt. Join the fun at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. “The hay was wet with my blood. Your face in the moonlight is all I remember. I thought I was dead.” He sat his wine glass on the balcony railing and gazed at the street below. “Many American pilots died. You were lucky.” “The Resistance smuggled me to England, but I came […]
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Ninety-nine words! “Why’d you come back?” He leaned against the doorframe—shirtless, tanned, beautiful. “Missed your cooking.” My dress hugged shaking legs in the spring breeze. I sounded braver than I felt. “Aren’t you sick of this—what did you call it?—backwoods boil on the Universe’s ass.” He spat the words. Gentle chimes broke his mood. A rising wind swayed the black iron bell on the porch. “It only rings for weddings and funerals.” His cat-green eyes slipped over me like warm […]