Here it is, Sunday afternoon and I’ve finally penned my 100 words for Friday Fictioneers. We like to tell stories of 100 words or so to a photo prompt. Our host is Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Anyone can join in.
She had no choice. That was her only consolation. 5 hours to the airport. She started a conversation. Was she sorry!
She squirmed uncomfortably, willing the woman to shut up and move her fat thigh. No such luck. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she continued the saga of her boyfriend.
Felicia glanced at the skinny dude on her right. He looked equally uncomfortable, jammed against the door. But at least he didn’t have the console up his butt.
She shifted again, using her hand on the car ceiling. A little better. Two more hours. One hour and fifty-nine, fifty….
Dear Lily,
You’ve captured the uncomfortable ride. In fact your story had me squirming in my chair. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. It was a very, very long ride. 🙂
Lily
Oh I feel for her. I don’t understand people who just talk, and talk, and talk – usually about themselves. You’ve shown her discomfort so well here. Great work.
Thanks Margaret. It’s wise to be careful about starting conversations. 🙂
Lily
Oh dear, I’d count down the seconds, too. It also blanks out the talking…
It does help some.
Lily
I just hate being jammed up against someone, especially a stranger. It would be worse if they continuously talked. It’s a bad situation to be in and there’s usually nothing you can do about it. Well done, Lily —- Suzanne
Thanks, Patricia! It was very bad and hot and long. 🙂
Lily
You definitely captured the discomfort in this situation. Well done.
Thank you, Alicia!
Lily