My good blogging friend, Dale, has been participating in Friday Fictioneers as long as I’ve been following her. Every once in awhile, what she comes up with prompts me to write something and I do so in a comment on her blog. She encouraged me to do more than that with this week’s prompt. And actually share it.
So … here it is. The prompt is this photo. (I wish I could figure out how to insert the photo directly into this post.) The story has to be 100 words. Exactly.
Here’s what I came up with…
“It’s so beautiful,” she said before taking a sip of her Chardonnay. “Don’t you think?” Sam turned to me then, waiting for a response.
“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled, toying with the calamari that I wasn’t sure was real or was pig anus. The dipping sauce was good though.
I looked out at the fresh snow that was lightly laying another layer of white on the outside world, and turned back to the dining room. The waiters were beginning to light the candles at each table. Our server was approaching our table.
“Listen,” I started, “ummm … we need to talk. Now.”