A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“Are you sure this is the place?”
“Yes, this is the Middleham Motors garage.” I said as I turned off the ignition.
“But there’s no one here.”
“Let’s go inside. Dirk said he’d be here at nine; it’s quarter after.”
Total darkness greeted us when I opened the door.
Then, a voice, “Close the door. Do you have the package?”
“Yes.” I answered.
“Bring it to the back.” The voice said.
A match flickered deep in the darkness.
“What the hell, Rudy!” My friend whispered, seizing my sleeve.
Blinding overhead lights flicked on.
“Surprise!” shouted nineteen voices. “Happy Birthday, Susan!”
Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes, once again, to Margaret at http://margaretleggatt.wordpress.com/. She said, “Nice images of the unappealing side of the city…. Yes, there are stars and there are stars.” In today’s society, we spend too much time (and money) paying attention to “Hollywood stars”, caught up in celebrity and fame, that we miss out on the most beautiful simple things in life — like the “real stars” in the summer sky.