Once more I pick up my pen to scribe an unlikely tale in response to Rochelle’s Friday-Fictioneer’s challenge. A novel in one hundred words. A thank you to Dale for another interesting photo-prompt, wherever it may be.
More stories from the Friday group can be read HERE.
Bric-a-Brac Romance
On Sundays I offer bric-a-brac to curious explorers along the narrow alleyway.
Absently, she fondled the queen from the chess set.
Do you play? I offered her the king.
She smiled and showed me her wedding ring.
Next time she gently traced the cracks on a porcelain vase.
Does he buy you flowers?
She coughed.
I saw bruises edge out beneath her dark glasses.
Weeks later she came by.
Her hair was loose and unkempt; she wore a ragged coat and scuffed up shoes.
She caressed and softly kissed the white knight.
No ring, just a smile.
Coffee?
Maybe.
James McEwan 
