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 back to France. To find you.”
“Thank God for hay wagons.” She smiled, leaning on his arm.
“How could we manage it now?” He nodded toward the tightly wrapped hay bales behind the grumbling tractor.
Her hand closed tightly over his. “We would find a way.”
Good story with positive ending. Very clever. Thanks, Nan
Thanks, Nan.
Good, well-written story. Nice happy ending.
Thanks for taking a look. I’m happy you liked it.
Dear Sorchia,
Nice to see a happy ending. Pleasant story.
shalom,
Rochelle
A happy ending after all that trauma. I think they deserve it 🙂
Powerful and sweet in the end 🙂 Love it!
Wow heavy beginning, sweet ending 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks 🙂
Lovely story, Sorchia. I have no problem with happy endings. 🙂 Makes a nice change.
janet
Yes, nice sensitive war story with just enough, but not too much, blood.
Thanks for commenting, Perry. At the end of a long, dark winter, I usually only write murder, betrayal, and gore. This one surprised me 🙂
Nice take on the prompt.
Thanks, Sandra. At first, I had a hard time thinking of anything for this picture. It was the beautiful background that finally suggested a contrast of times.
Aw what a sweet story!
Yep–a little sappy for me—but at least blood is mentioned once. Thanks for commenting, Riya.