7 P.M., Friday Night – Friday Fictioneers

So it’s Thursday and why did I wait until Thursday for Friday Fictioneers?  Total writer’s block.  Almost gave up but suddenly, here I am.  I love this community headed by our writer/artist or is it artist/writer leader, Rochelle Wis(please no e)off-Fields.  How she does it, I do not know… but I sure do appreciate it!  This week Rochelle chose a picture by Roger Bultot – thanks Roger!

For those of you who would like to join in on the fun, click on Rochelle’s link for the rules and regs.  For those who just wish to enjoy all the different stories, click on the blue frog.

©Roger Bultot

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

7:00 PM, FRIDAY NIGHT

For years he came, alone, on Friday nights, at 7:00 P.M.  Always sat at the same table, always the same meal:  hot chicken sandwich with a side of fries and please do not forget the canned peas on top!

And then one day, she came with him;  same time, same table.  For him, same order; for her:  hot hamburger with fried onions and gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. They were adorable.  For years, like clockwork.

One Friday, she came alone, ordered hot chicken sandwich with a side of fries and please do not forget the canned peas on top.