The Waitress – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
Although she has not yet taken us out to eat.
We just have to be creative, on an empty stomach.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.

© Madison Woods

© Madison Woods

The Waitress

I return to the restaurant frequently, just to be served by her.
She is perhaps half my age, but I am enchanted by her looks, her vitality and, especially, her voice.
She agrees to meet me for coffee.
We are an item in days, living together in weeks.
I soon regret it.
I suggest a break, some distance.
She says no.
She gave up too much to be here, she tells me in that irritating whine.
I am going crazy with her constant inane chatter.
I need some quiet to think.
I put my hands on her throat and squeeze.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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74 Responses to The Waitress – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Ira PT says:

    He probably got attracted to her to break the silence in his life, little aware of the fact that it had become a companion… Scary take!

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  2. wildbilbo says:

    Great stuff- from obsession to murder in weeks 🙂
    Loved it

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  3. Amy Reese says:

    That twist at the end really sneaked up on me. Well done! I guess counseling was out of the question then.

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  4. adamjasonp says:

    Well, that certainly killed the mood… No?

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  5. Poor girl, he loved her voice, her vitality, until he took all he could take. Sad.
    But then again it’s murder, and I do like a good one. Well done.

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  6. rgayer55 says:

    I enjoyed the comments almost as much as the story. Personally, I could feel his pain.

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  7. Mike says:

    When a man’s got to think a man’s got to think!
    Great ending.

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  8. Warning: hasty decisions cost a lot. good one.

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  9. Sally says:

    What a twist at the end – great stuff.

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  10. gadis says:

    I thought this was going to be a romantic story. What an unpredictable twist! 😀

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  11. Wow, so that’s what awaits me if I ever connect with a younger woman. Thanks for bursting my bubble!

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  12. Ouch! How soon enchantment turns to irritation. Blame it on the fickle mind. Didn’t see the squeeze coming….

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  13. Miles Rost says:

    Ah love, it goes by so quick. Then, in just a flash, you’re boarding them up in the wall just before selling the house. HA!

    Excellent work! Captures a segment of time very well!

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  14. JKBradley says:

    And then put her in the root cellar with the others.

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  15. From a lovely voice to inane chatter. Oopps. And no patience anymore. Well done.

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  16. liz young says:

    Bit off more than he could chew in that restaurant, didn’t he?

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    • ceayr says:

      Gosh, funnies galore this week.
      Apparently casual strangulation is a topic for gleeful fun-poking!
      Cheers, Liz, it is good to get a chuckle.
      Just don’t laugh too long, okay, or you never know…

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  17. Certainly one way to get rid of her. 😀

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  18. Honie Briggs says:

    Fast love, like fast food, isn’t so healthy in the long run, is it? Great surprise ending.

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  19. I wouldn’t have put that in writing – could go against you in a court room. No?

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  20. gahlearner says:

    Eek, once again the chuckle freezes in my throat. You always have the best twists in the end.

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  21. Graham Lawrence says:

    Oh wasn’t expecting that!

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  22. The violence and insanity of our world all wrapped up in a hundred words. She dies because she thinks giving up McDonald’s was a huge sacrifice. Hugely violent and insane!

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  23. Sandra says:

    And there we have the full, if slightly short-lived, cycle of a mismatch. Nice one. 🙂

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  24. Dale says:

    Some just can’t take a hint…and try to stick like glue… guess she was officially unstuck, eh?

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  25. Randstein says:

    An excellent twist. The alluring voice tortures the silence and is silenced for the transgression.

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  26. This is scary, drastic measures for sure. 🙂

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  27. Dear C. E.

    Wouldn’t it have been easier to just separate? Kind of drastic measures to find peace and quiet. 😉 Shaking my head and smiling. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  28. SarCou says:

    oomph. A lifetime in 100 words – love it. (I had a first date once that could have gone this way! Glad I didn’t return his calls!!!)

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  29. micklively says:

    Marry in haste, regret at leisure.
    Scary stuff!

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  30. Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
    AnElephantCant understand some French concepts
    Like the waitress in his local restaurant
    You try catching her eye
    She surveys the sky
    It is not clear if she has just lost the floor plan

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  31. Ouch.. I think lust is not the best way to form a relationship. All I can say that this week you are contributing to the body-count not me.. 🙂

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