‘Tis Wednesday-Friday already! You got it, it’s Friday Fictioneers time. Despite the fact that our fearless leader Rochelle is out and about, gallivanting around the Western States on a road trip, still she makes sure we have our prompt. This week, the photo she chose is one from Douglas M. MacIlroy – thanks for letting us use your photo, Doug!
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Some Enchanted Evening
It was going to be a beautiful evening, though mostly starless, thanks to the clouds. Still, it was nice and warm and they would be able to sit by the fire for that extra cozy feel.
“Don’t forget to bring the Tiki torch, Babe. It’ll keep the skeeters away.”
“Great idea. How ’bout some wine, too?”
“Yeah. And I think there’s still some cheese left from last night. Might as well bring that too.”
While he retrieved the items, she positioned the chairs and table round the fire.
“So, where do you think we stand as a couple?” she asked.
Good Wednesday morning, my lovely readers. The sun is shining, the day is bright. I’ve got a “To-Do List” as long as my arm but first, let’s get the fun stuff out of the way!
Our lovely leader, Rochelle has chosen a photo by the equally lovely Douglas M. MacIlroy. Will be interesting to see what everyone comes up with!
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©Douglas M. MacIlroy
Word Count: 100
To Squeeze or Not to Squeeze
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in even closer to him.
She wiggled a bit, creating a smidgen of distance between them.
“What are you doing? Why are you pulling away? Don’t you love me?”
“I can’t breathe. You’re holding me too tight. It’s got nothing to do with love! It’s too much.”
Pouting, he removed his arm and slid further along the couch.
“I don’t understand why you won’t let me cuddle you when we watch a movie.”
“And I don’t understand why you think squeezing me like a captured bird is considered cuddling.”