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
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.
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!
We do become accustomed to our own company, don’t we, Ira.
Thank you for visiting and for your thoughtful comment.
Great stuff- from obsession to murder in weeks 🙂
Loved it
Thank you, sir, very glad you did.
That twist at the end really sneaked up on me. Well done! I guess counseling was out of the question then.
Glad to catch you out.
And even the lovely Amy making jokes now!
This is the last time I squeeze the life out of a young lady for being annoying, I can tell you.
Well, that certainly killed the mood… No?
Jings, one casual strangulation and everyone is making funnies!
You people …
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.
Thank you, Yolanda.
We are all allowed to dream, sometimes…
I enjoyed the comments almost as much as the story. Personally, I could feel his pain.
The thing is, Russell, that I depend on my readers to bring a bit of class to the blog!
When a man’s got to think a man’s got to think!
Great ending.
My thoughts exactly!
Thanks, Mike
Warning: hasty decisions cost a lot. good one.
Wise words, CaH, glad you enjoyed.
What a twist at the end – great stuff.
Thank you, Sally.
A surprise twist is the life blood of Sound Bite Fiction.
I thought this was going to be a romantic story. What an unpredictable twist! 😀
Then you are clearly new to this blog!
Thank you for visiting, and welcome to Sound Bite Fiction, where nothing is quite what it seems.
Indeed! 😀
You’re welcome.
Wow, so that’s what awaits me if I ever connect with a younger woman. Thanks for bursting my bubble!
Only if you are shallow and impetuous, Perry.
Most of us find an alternative solution.
Usually.
Why that dirty b!
Really, Dawn!
I have edited your comment, ever so slightly.
But thank you for reading, and taking the time to express your reaction so frankly!
Ouch! How soon enchantment turns to irritation. Blame it on the fickle mind. Didn’t see the squeeze coming….
Life can be like that.
I do like to surprise…
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!
Passion passes, for sure.
Thank you for your kind words, Miles.
And then put her in the root cellar with the others.
Quite a good trick, as I live in an apartment!
From a lovely voice to inane chatter. Oopps. And no patience anymore. Well done.
That’s the way it goes sometimes, Alicia.
One minute she is a goddess of music, the next a screeching Harpy.
Thank you.
Bit off more than he could chew in that restaurant, didn’t he?
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…
Certainly one way to get rid of her. 😀
It was the voice, Joy, the voice.
She just wouldn’t stop talking…
Haha! I know those chatty kinds! LOL! They do get on your nerves.
Fast love, like fast food, isn’t so healthy in the long run, is it? Great surprise ending.
Oh, neat bit of philosophising there!
Glad you enjoyed, Honie.
I wouldn’t have put that in writing – could go against you in a court room. No?
Nah, no one here can read English.
And no one reads this stuff anyway.
Eek, once again the chuckle freezes in my throat. You always have the best twists in the end.
Thank you, dear lady, I am happy that you enjoyed.
At least I think you did!
Of course I did. 🙂
Oh wasn’t expecting that!
Nobody expects …
Oh wait, that’s been done before.
Thanks for visiting, Graham.
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!
Pretty much, yes.
Except, of course, in reality it was a pretty cool French restaurant down in the old port on the Med.
Ahh now thatn makes it all a little clearer. 🙂
And there we have the full, if slightly short-lived, cycle of a mismatch. Nice one. 🙂
There were clues for all to see, but folk being folk…
Thanks, Sandra
Some just can’t take a hint…and try to stick like glue… guess she was officially unstuck, eh?
Hey, if you want to do funnies, go visit your pink pal, okay?
Thank you for visiting, I suppose.
Hey!!!!! No need for any of that! Don’t be jealous of our relationship! ‘Tis not becoming of ya. 😉
Can’t stand whine-asses…
I laughed aloud at this comment.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
I meant your character NOT you!!! Och…😨
Hey, don’t try to wheedle your way out of it now, okay?
I pressed “send” and realised I sounded quite. Um. Rude.
An excellent twist. The alluring voice tortures the silence and is silenced for the transgression.
Perhaps because, too often, the allure is in the unattainability.
Thank you for your thoughtful comment.
All my pleasure! And agreed.
This is scary, drastic measures for sure. 🙂
A man’s gotta do, ec
Thanks for the Smiley!
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
As I wrote, she said no.
I had no choice, your Honour, she wis pure daein’ ma nut in n that
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!!!)
He might have been a nice guy, Ms SarCou.
Even I don’t kill all my dates.
Marry in haste, regret at leisure.
Scary stuff!
Hi Mick, it seems that everyone has good advice this week, just a little too late…
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
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.. 🙂
Wise words, Bjorn.
Thanks for visiting.