Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by myself.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
I remember the little hotel in Montmartre.
The street artist who drew our caricatures.
The weekend we couldn’t afford.
Which was the best of my life.
We stayed together for some years after that.
Then you left, of course.
We both knew you were too good for me.
The speed of my decline surprised everyone.
But not me.
I had nowhere to go except down.
You weren’t my first love.
But you were my last.
For me, there could never be anyone else.
I hear again Mr Bogart’s immortal words.
We’ll always have Paris.
And I throw away the photos.