Submitted for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt. Other stories can be found by clicking on the blue frog at the end of this post.
© Dee Lovering
I knew things were going to be bad when I saw the empty bench. I had told her, under no circumstances, was she to leave that bench until I returned.
We were innocently walking along the riverfront when it happened. He came out from behind one of the empty fair booths with lightening speed, grabbed her purse, and was quickly lost in the crowd.
I followed but he was at least twenty years younger and a hell of a lot faster.
Looking at that empty bench I looked in the sky for an answer to which way she might have gone.
It’s Trifecta time again!
Justin was just a little nervous. After all he was 45 years old and now being married for the first time. His bride, soon to be wife Ann, looked totally stunning. Yes, he had found the perfect one. The one of his dreams.
The bachelor’s party last night had left him a with a little bit of a headache but he would be fine. His best man, Joe, had assured him that was a normal state of being on your wedding day. Everything will go fine he insisted. You know your lines, I have the ring, and the minister is already here. Let’s do it!
Near the end of the exchange of vows Justin turned and looked tenderly in the eyes of Ann and said:
On this day,
I give you my heart,
That I will walk with you,
Hand in hand,
Wherever our journey leads us,
Living, learning, loving,
Go to Picture It & Write over at Ermilia blog. Every week they post a picture to inspire a story or poem or whatever.
pretty purple splash
a taste just for old times sake
one day at a time
Kerri Ann Salsac has started a new Chain Writing Game. This is the second week for it.
Different writers work on the same story, Kerrie starts us off and then we go from there with our 100 word additions. Go visit her blog and see how it works and play along!
“Where to Buddy”, the cab driver inquired.
“2207 Baltimore Avenue”
“But that’s the address of NSA Headquarters”
“Just drive, ok?”
Dennis withdrew his cell phone out of his car but before he could dial two uniformed Secret Agents surrounded the car and ordered him to get out of the cab and on the ground.
“Subject under arrest, heading back to HQ, copy?”
Just then the unmistakable sounds of an AK47 firing sounded and the cab erupted in flames.