When The Lights Go Out

Another week, another Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word (give or take) fiction prompt based on the photo provided. It’s fun, it’s clean, it’s both eclectic and electric. Get yourselves over and join the fun.

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 Photo Copyright : Ted Strutz

Ricochets of light echoed off half-empty glasses as flashes of colour shimmied across the bar; dancing flares of red, of amber, of burgundy and oak.

She watched him. The overhead lights flickering on and off, every alteration revising the one before. One minute highlighting the smooth angled edge to his jaw, the next, a shadowy mask darkening across his eyes.

In the corner, she drank, the subtle burn of whiskey diluting her anxiety. He walked towards her. She looked up. He raised his hand. She smiled. He walked passed her. She stilled.

As he kissed the girl behind, she felt the lights go out one by one.

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30 thoughts on “When The Lights Go Out

  1. Ricochets of light echoed off half-empty glasses as flashes of colour shimmied across the bar; dancing shafts of red, of amber, of burgundy and oak.

    This line is absolutely gorgeous. The whole scene ignites hope then BOOM! Well done.

  2. Helen, you set the scene so beautifully with such vivid descriptions that I was sure we were heading for a happy ending, but no, like the girl in your story, my hopes were dashed.
    You have such a deft touch, your stories and poems are always a pleasure to read.
    Dee

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