It is Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers with their tales of 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. You can join in if you feel so inclined. This is my 100 words this week.
The sun had set. Shadows danced on the walls in the gathering dusk. He looked out into the empty courtyard. The geraniums still bloomed a brilliant red but the trees were shedding their leaves.
The table was perfect – the crystal glasses, fine bone china, napkins, candles. Champagne was chilling in the ice bucket. Everything was ready.
He paced back and forth in front of the window. Where was she? Why can’t she be dependable or be on time for once in her life? He was fuming inside. He looked at his watch again.
A sense of unease came over him.