So here we are again for ‘Friday Fictioneers’. An addictive weekly photo prompt with only 100 words to play with. Over 100 people every week can’t be wrong, get yourselves over and read the others, then just jump right in.
Under the mid-day sun, Paul’s collar tightened around his throat. He stuck a finger between flesh and cotton so he could breathe. Beads of sweat slid down his back. With a hand in his pocket he re-adjusted his crotch, his hand lingered a little longer than it should.
From across the decorated courtyard, Maria smiled. He squirmed a little more. The music began and her father took her arm,
“Are you ready?”
Paul looked beyond her, catching her sister Julia to the left,
“Tasty” he thought, as his hand went to rattle his loose change again.