100 Words
She didn’t blame Jonah for not believing her story.
When does a bus break down in front of a bar?
The bar where her blast from the past,
Just happened to be hosting a party,
A ‘made my first million’ party.
Every dollar had pulled him away from her.
She saw him sitting by himself,
Bodies dancing, laughing, all around.
Their eyes met and she knew,
The money hadn’t done it for him.
She knew what it meant when he strode across the room.
She was swept up by fate.
Who could blame her?
Well Jonah could.
And he did.
This Photo Challenge from Rochelle-Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneer definitely has a story behind it! There’s some wild explanation for the watering can hanging as it is. I took the implausibility of that unknown story and created an unlikely tale of my own! Hope you like it!
Thanks to Roger Bultot for the free fodder for fiction!
Clare Graith 