Oops! I posted this on my page, but forgot to link up to Rochelle’s site. The excitement of being Freshly Pressed this weekend, here, completely caught me off guard, and the best laid plans… So, here it is.
This post is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers. This is my third week participating and it has quickly become addictive! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a weekly photo prompt on her site, and writers add their contributions. Check out other stories on Rochelle’s site, here. This week’s photo was a challenge for me. It took some effort, but I got it down to 100, exactly.
Harry peeked inside the shop. Bev wasn’t behind the counter; so he waited. These used things made him edgy. He couldn’t avoid thinking about the past lives they’d inhabited, and how they were all cast off. It challenged his own mortality.
Bev was another story; she made him feel alive again. A year and a month since he’d lost Dorothy, it felt good to be interested in life again. He waited, poised at the door, for Bev to come from the back room. He looked forward to their lunch date, and willed himself to ignore the bride with a past.