Chapter 1 – Que Sera, Sera






PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

John tapped a record into the jukebox and sat down.
“Recognise it?”
Alison smiled, “We shared our first milkshake to this.”
Her hand idled across the table to touch his. As though suddenly discovering its wandering, she jerked it back.
“Are we going…?”
“We have a choice?”
“But my husband…?”
“If he’s enough…”
“My vows…”
“…promises, morals, all pillars of society’s grand architecture.”
A tear hit Alison’s cheek.
“But love is savage; it roils like a tornado scorning man-made structures, flattening everything,” he said.
“With victims crushed beneath the debris…I must go.”
As she hurried away he called, “Enjoy your Christmas.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

29 thoughts on “Chapter 1 – Que Sera, Sera

    • It is and that’s what I’m enjoying exploring, hat’s the right one, happiness at the expense of her husband or remain true to her beliefs and morals at the expense of happiness.

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  1. It sounds as though she didn’t like thinking of her husband as a victim “crushed beneath the debris” so left. The other man seemed a bit spiteful. I think she’s better off with her husband. Good writing, Mick. Happy New Year 2017. —- Suzanne

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    • Hi Suzanne, Happy New Year. She’s definitely confused, battling her conscience versus her heart. He feels what will be will be, I think. He’s expecting forces beyond their control to win, i.e fate and love.


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