Hello dear readers! It’s time for that fun lovin’ Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I do this every Friday. It’s great fun and I hope you will join in!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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She tapped her foot to the Jazz band. A glass of booze sitting in front of her. She was dressed to kill.
Smoke rings floated above her head as she smiled. Her man was playing the old bull fiddle. He sure could play that thing. Just like he played her every night.
They been together for years. Traveling the back roads, looking for gigs. The white picket fence life wasn’t for them. Too many places they hadn’t been yet. Them and that bull fiddle.