So here were are another Wednesday, another foray into ‘Friday Fictioneers‘. The best thing since sliced bread, support knickers and glue on nails. A weekly stab at a 100 word piece of fiction based on the photo prompt provided. Over 100 people each week can’t be wrong…..
She wasn’t sure why she didn’t go through with it, maybe denial, maybe hope. In the waiting room she’d been certain. But now!
Above her bedroom window the air was heavy with unease. Clouds churned sluggishly overhead, wrapping themselves around her like a heavy woollen blanket, itchy and constricting. Her stomach flipped, she swallowed, lowering her hand to the life still growing inside.
Across town, the tepid evening heat drew in the punters. Tables filled, voices rose, energy rippled through the air. Another new term, another set of conquests. He adjusted his shades and positioned his smile “Another day, another bed, life is good”.