It’s time again for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word (give or take) challenge on a photo prompt provided by the extremely creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
(Photo by John Nixon)
He bumped her arm; it was just by chance,
She did not scold, just spared a glance.
His heart had stilled when he’d seen her there,
With her slender frame and her gold spun hair.
He asked her name, but she did not say.
An instant love, that damn cliché.
He walked away, then glanced back over,
She was the muse and he the observer.
The song of love, it filled his ears,
And wiped away so many years.
The haunting chords of a mandolin,
That played for him and his mannequin.