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.
This week’s tale is by way of a small tribute, to celebrate her birthday.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.
I am late.
Today is her birthday.
I have beautiful purple roses, and a reservation at a restaurant I cannot afford.
Plus a ring in my pocket.
My boss, Monsieur Deschamps, is an inflexible, bad-tempered oaf.
Maybe my mind did wander slightly this afternoon, thinking ahead to this evening, but to keep me so long was unpardonable.
I am running through the streets.
I know she will be at the open window, waiting impatiently.
I am surprised when I turn the corner.
She is not there.
But a small crowd has gathered, looking down in silence.
The approaching siren wails.