Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Imagine my surprise when the picture this week is one I sent in. I had intended to skip this round because last week I had so little time to read other stories. But I can’t possibly do that now, so I whipped up a little tale.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © Moi.
The full moon was rising over the hills and bathing the world in a magical blue light. It was the most romantic evening you could imagine.
Sara thought so, too. She looked over our table on the terrace of the expensive restaurant—it has an excellent view—and then she kissed me.
“Wow,” I said after I wiped the fog off my glasses.
“Wow,” she said when the dessert arrived: death-by-chocolate cake. Then she tucked in.
“I love how you enjoy your food,” I said. “Your love handles are so sexy.”
“You moron,” she hissed, jumped up and ran off.
I had Death-By-Chocolate cake once, many years ago. It is pure decadence, I still dream about it. However, I will not discuss my own muffin tops. Nobody’s business. Nope.