Apparently today is ‘Frazzled Friday‘ – the day we all realise we’ve had enough of Christmas, relatives, sprouts, and seasonal cheer. We’re supposed to spend the day lounging around on the sofa, chasing that last Turkish Delight round the box (and sending up clouds of icing sugar), watching utter rubbish on the telly, and moaning about our expanding waistlines. Well, I’m up for the lounging around on the sofa bit, but first (and more importantly), it’s time for Friday Fictioneers!
For those who don’t know, this is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle!
Here’s the picture:
And here’s my tiny tale:
I saw her through the café window and I couldn’t resist. I knew you’d be angry, but I’d been good for so long.
‘What’s the harm?’ I thought.
We sat at a table. We reminisced. I held her and she was warm and beautiful.
‘I miss you,’ I whispered. And people looked.
I had to have her. I puckered up and made my move. She tasted divine on my lips. But even as I took that first forbidden sip, I knew you had found me.
Oh, cruel Mistress Migraine, purveyor of pain, when will you let me drink coffee again?
Click the blue frog to read more stories from other fictioneers.