100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Smog and noise seemed to settle into every pore of my being. The evening heat and smell of hot bodies was stifling. Blisters burned my heels. I trudged the concrete feeling like a sleazy stalker.
I hated the city, but my friend was ecstatic to be here. She’d better appreciate that I’m doing this for her, I grumbled to myself.
“Where are all the stars?” she asked. “They promised stars! Let’s go this way. Maybe they’ll be down here?”
I looked up toward the sky. I saw only neon lights and a hazy orange glow.
Indeed, where are the stars?
Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes to Sandra at http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/. She said, “They sound like a couple of old bickering cronies. Sweet.” She was the first person to “get” what I was writing about. Granted, the story didn’t start that way, but by the time I finished the first draft, I knew it was really about people. So, just a few tweaks and I was ready to publish. Funny how sometimes the story comes so easily and other time you agonize for(almost)ever.
Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. —Jack Benny
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