Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
Hello everyone. Here it is, another Friday, another Friday Fictioneers. This is where a bunch of great writers get together and write a story based on one picture. It is hosted by the great Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, please click on her name to read the few rules we have, or scroll down and click on the little blue guy to read other interpretations of the photo. It never ceases to surprise me at the many different stories that come out of this event. They will make you laugh, smile, frown, scratch your head, feel emotions, and say ‘damn!’
We have some truly talented people, so come join the fun!
This weeks picture:
Genre/General Fiction (99 words)
He stood across the street, 5th day in a row. Today it’s pink chiffon, yesterday it was blue satin, day before emerald-green lace.
With hope in heart, he waited to catch a glimpse of the woman who wore such beautiful concoctions of cloth.
His mind played scenarios of love with the shadowy figure of the woman draped in such beauty.
Heart thumped hard when he spied the window opening. Long bare leg gracefully stepped through, then the other.
He held his breath, as slender body turned, graceful hand reached towards the dress.
Surprise made his eyes wide, his mystery love needed a shave.