100-word Flash Fiction
This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Crys retrieved a chilled beverage from the cooler and pointed across the river. “Have you ever been in that shop?”
“Just once. Lots of interesting antiques and bits of junk. Why?”
“I’m thinking we should redecorate.”
Zeb tilted his head and glared at her over his sunglasses.
“Just kidding. I heard the owner sells his stuff rather grudgingly.”
“It’s true. I bought these chairs from him.”
“Really? Kinda ugly. Was he reluctant to sell these too?”
“Yup. Said they belonged to his granny. She sat right here every sunny day sipping sherry and watching the goings-on across the river.”