Why is it so hard to write stories to my own pictures?  Yes, my readers, it is Wednesday afternoon here in sunny (finally) Montreal.  After a nice belated birthday brunch with my sister, I found myself staring at my picture trying to come up with something.  For those who are curious, this is St-François-Xavier Street in Old Montreal, just across from the lovely Centaur Theatre.  How cool that the buildings in back are all lit up and the rest in darkness, eh?  Anyhoo.  Thanks to Rochelle for “picking me!” this week.

If you care to join in on the 100-word challenge, do click on the frog below to add your link.  G’head.  It’s a great exercise in learning how to get rid of excess words and getting to the point without any detours.  Not always easy and we all, at one time or another worry we don’t succeed, but hey, practice makes better!

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Do Not Fear Me

“Come, step out from the shadows.  Show yourself to me.”

She cowered further in the doorway, straining to listen for footsteps.

“Don’t be afraid.  I won’t hurt you.  You’re safe with me.”

She trembled.

“I can feel your fear.  It’s misplaced.”

His voice was calm, warm, and not a little seductive.  And — familiar.  Against her better judgment, she stepped forward.

“That’s right, come to me. You want to.”

“I don’t want—”

“Yes, you do.”

“No….,” but she took another step.  “Bill?  What the hell?  You scared me half to death!”

“You said you wanted more excitement in our lives, babe.”