Wednesday again and another fix of Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. Follow the link and hop on board.
Photo Copyright : C. E. Ayr
The late night shuttle was almost at the jetty. Jack stood, his back against the rail, watching. He’d seen her every night for the last 3 weeks.
A child, chasing a ball, brushed past her leg and she looked down and smiled. But he saw a sadness burn through her smile. She couldn’t hide it. He could make a story of her smile.
He wanted her to become a story, a story just for him.
Tonight he was going to speak.
She looked up and caught his eye. He stilled.
Sinking back into the crowd, he watched her leave.