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.
The darkness in thereclininggentleman’s atmospheric photo did not, I confess, take me anywhere near a Hawaiian beach.
The idea here is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
© The Reclining Gentleman
The Bridge
He gets great pleasure from bridges.
His enthusiasm for such boyish things is among his most attractive traits, one of the reasons we have been together so long.
We stroll hand in hand across the river, pause where the parapet is broken.
The dark water is far below our feet.
A sudden thought crosses my mind.
Quite abruptly I feel nervous, start to walk.
We stop for a coffee.
Did you think about…, he asks, head tilted, miming a push.
I redden, stammer denials.
His lips turn up, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Neither did I, he says.
