It’s Friday Fictioneers time again! Couldn’t quite make it for yesterday and today, I just had to enjoy the splendid day. Zeke was most happy to go on one of our two-hour romps. It’s amazing how we can compose a story during a walk, get home and… nothing. Gone. Could not for the life of me get it back! Oh well… C’est la vie!
Thank you, Rochelle, for patiently hosting this gig week after week, putting up with who knows what to make it all happen so magnificently! Thank you, J. Hardy Carroll for a picture that, I am sure, has made more than one writer think of train stations and bus stops…
Should you wish to check out the other stories, please, click on the blue frog where you’ll find some interesting takes on this picture, I am sure!
Word Count: 100
Yes, that’s what she’d call it. Sounded much better than Waiting, didn’t it?
And yet, here she was, anticipating. Again.
Who was she kidding?
She fell for it each and every time.
Why did she believe it would be different, just this once?
That what was promised this time would actually materialise?
That was was said was true?
I promise, we’ll do this. I promise, we’ll go there. I promise, we’ll start fresh. I promise…
She was no longer waiting for someone else’s promises!
With anticipation, she climbed aboard the train alone.
She would wait no more!