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.
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.