Friday Fictioneers photo prompt from Rochellewisoff.com. Photo by Roger Bultot.
Lost and Hungry
I bit into the fried pickle,
And realized my predicament.
Ellie urged that falafel was near.
She left me, a novice New Yorker.
Sour juice down my chin,
I knew, my wallet was gone.
My friend was gone.
The falafel place non-existent.
Clearly in the Twilight Zone,
I ran back toward the pickle booth.
Gone.
Found the fruit pies, Po-boys, taqueria,
Frantic in the sea of smells,
the Thai skewers stopped me,
no money, phone dead, a street wanderer.
Feeling a tap on my shoulder.
“What is the matter?” Ellie laughed. “Why the race? Here you dropped this.”
My wallet.
CG Express 
I like the way you express. I can get the feel
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I could feel the panic, and glad the relief came afterwards.
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Well told! We are actually most of us pretty nice in NYC. 🙂
Nice job with the prompt!
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Thank you, Na’ama!
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Those final words – what a relief. You really had me worrying!
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You never know where 100 words will take you!
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The stuff of nightmare! Well told.
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Thanks! I’ve know the panic of being utterly lost without an Internet connected phone.
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good, the wallet was not missing
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Well done, CG. Your story brought to mind a 2014 movie I watched last week: “Before We Go.” Loved it and this. 🙂
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Thanks Bill! I’ll have to check out that movie.
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I like such light movies at times.
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Definitely light movies are called for at times. A break from the heavy of everything else is a safe cathartic reprieve. Thanks for the movie tip.
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she was saved!. that’s all i want to say about it. 🙂
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It was a happy ending day. 😊
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Oh, the panic! Well expressed.
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Thanks!
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Your story reflects the disorientation of the tilted scene.
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Thanks I didn’t notice that but maybe subliminally that directed the story.
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Surrounded by choice and no means to pay for it
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For a moment considering what it’s like to be penniless…not fun.
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Dear Clare,
That was certainly a flying leap to conclusions. I’m glad she was wrong about her friend. You did have my pulse racing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Fear can mess with perception!
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