It’s not quite Friday but it’s close enough for me. I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks. I miss the telling of a story in 100 words. Once again, let me thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple for hosting us. I hope I haven’t lost my words somewhere in the vineyards of France.
How dare you!” Alice huffed. She stood, pushing back her chair. Hands on hips, she glared down at the young woman.
Her eyes were met with cold stony blankness. She knew by the proud tilt of the head that she had gotten nowhere. She accepted the obvious. She was tired of it all.
Alice sighed heavily. She put the chair back neatly under the table. The young woman made no move. The tears were gone. Her face was smooth and calm like marble.
C’est la vie. Alice thought to herself. It was time to stop the words and just live.