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.
Maybe tomorrow.
helen midgley 
We’ve all been there…well some of us…err, well I have. Great piece.
You’ve captured that feeling well.
A faint heart it seems wins no medals, I liked the up to date style of this piece. Mike
Yeah, been there, done that in my youth. You made a story out of a very real emotion.
Good going, Helen! 🙂
Nicely done. Can relate to that feeling
I can’t help but see an alternate perspective on this story where this guy is actually a stalker, especially with the line, “He wanted her to become a story, a story just for him.”
I think this may have been influenced by the fact I misread at first and thought he was thinking about the child.
Sounds a lot like me :-(. Well described!
I was yelling speak at the screen!
that’s the story of many of us, great
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/05/the-game-prompt-ceayr-thats-our-world.html
“Go on talk to her. You are exactly what she needs”, I want to scream. Well done.
This could be the beginning of a great romance, if Jack ever gets over his shyness.
The need to know and the need to not invade privacy!
I was reading about myself…just a few short years ago, and perhaps some backsliding happening even these days. I would imagine that everyone has entered that phase somewhere in their life…if not, they are fortunate. Great story.
A beautifully told tale that isn’t quite over. Her sad smile, when she looked down at the child … ah there are volumes in that.