
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Thoughts of guilt and despair crashed through her mind. Radio and daytime TV offered no succour. She needed to get out. She’d take her Kindle and treat herself to a cream tea.
Idling through town, woollen hat and scarf wrapped against the cold, she found herself outside the Diner. Remembering the music, milkshakes and good times, she regretted she couldn’t enter; John might be there. Head bowed, she hurried by. The doorbell tinkled as she stepped into the café, unwinding her scarf.
John looked up from a table, “What are you doing here?”
“Avoiding the diner,” she groaned with resignation.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
“I can’t do it, he needs me.”
Alison hesitated on the doorstep, quaking at the rigour of her own rules.
John inserted his key almost apologetically. Amy greeted him, hair towel-turbaned. “There you are.”
“I feel devious, dirty almost.”
At the diner, they sat on the same side of the table.
John lived a hermit’s life for two days, wandering in thought and body. There was time and distance between them, but love doesn’t recognise such obstacles.
John drove, his thoughts out-spinning the wheels. He didn’t like what he was doing, the cruel pressure exerted on the girl he loved.
Alison rushed for the door, the atmosphere in the café suddenly heavy and humid.
Her eyes widened at their clasped hands.