It's Monday and time some
flash fiction fun. Thanks to Barbara
W. Beacham and her weekly challenge. Just 100 - 150 words, the photograph
and the first sentence as your inspiration.
Today's finish the
story begins with: “As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she
grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean
Pierre.”
FRIED CHICKEN
“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards, and remembered Jean Pierre's promise.”
She'd made it, one day and four hours past their agreed upon rendezvous. Did he not wait?
Shaking off doubts, she slid from the saddle to the ground and walked her steed to the creek for a drink. Her eyes darting left then right as the search for her lover continued. Tying the stallion under shade with plenty of green grass, she removed her dusty cloak, washed the dirt from her hands and face, and then combed out her braided hair. Satisfied with her appearance and determined to keep busy while she waited, she laid out the blanket and unpacked the picnic basket.
Convinced Jean would never fail her, even as she had failed him, by almost two days, she opened the wine to breathe.
Jean watched from his hiding place, not sure if he should be angry at her lateness or thrilled that she'd remembered fried chicken.
150 words
Yolanda Renee © 2015
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