Friday fictioneers – After tea

 

Please forgive me the second blog post of the day; I’m on something of a roll. This piece for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday fictioneers was (once again) inspired by the novel I’m currently writing. The following picture is the prompt. And isn’t it beautiful?

sky-pic

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He was leaning back, yawning and kicking his heels against the chair legs. Her eyes detached him easily, away from the crowd of chattering parents and girls, the cucumber sandwiches and the half-drunk cups of tea.

Outside, behind the tea tent, they high-stepped its guy ropes to reach the line of stacked hay bales. ‘We were told not to go beyond these,’ she said, already scrambling up.

When he dropped down beside her, his eyes were restless and his face no longer ruddy.

‘Don’t worry! Who is there to see?’ she said, looking up at the sky and laughing. ‘There’s only God and He won’t tell.’

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If you’d like to have a go at writing your own 100 word story inspired by the picture, click here, or here to read other people’s.

 

 

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21 thoughts on “Friday fictioneers – After tea

  1. From the hint at parents, I guess these are children out on a great adventure. If they were older, I’d have guessed at some more amorous adventures. The lazy after-tea feeling and the excitement of doing the forbidden creates a great atmosphere. I’d like to know more.

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  2. I loved the line “Her eyes detached him easily, away from the crowd of chattering parents and girls, the cucumber sandwiches and the half-drunk cups of tea.” Nice story of childhood mischief.

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