Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
I carried the fantasy for years, never thinking it would be a reality. First, she had a boyfriend. Then, she wasn’t ready to date anyone. When she acquiesced, I reserved an outdoor table with a white rose at Luigi’s for Friday evening as the sun would be setting over the lake.
My heart shuddered as I read the sign, “Closed due to flooding.”
Before I could stutter an apology, she cleared the seaweed off a bench and wiped her hands on my shirt.
“It’s gonna be a beautiful sunset.”
I smiled and made a mental note to keep wipes handy.