Photo Credit: Louise, the Author of The Storyteller’s Abode
They hadn’t seen each other in 50 years. Margie, a widow, had four children, twice as many grandchildren, and a great-grand on the way. Alma and her husband were never blessed with their own children, but she had devoted her life to teaching. She always said she was mother to hundreds. Tessa and her Stanley had a son. Margie and Alma, the entire country for that matter, knew John. He had pursued an acting career and had become a leading man in many feature films…a real heart throb. There was a lot of catching to do for these three best friends who’d once shared a flat while attending university.
When they saw each other for the first time in the plaza, they stopped in place, launched into their favorite song, a chart-topper, “You’ve lost the lovin’ feeling…oh oh that lovin’ feeling…” then giggled like school girls. As you might suspect, their conversation picked up as if the years and distance had never separated them.
Wouldn’t you like to be a fly near that café table!
kat ~ 8 December 2015
(175 Words)
This story was prompted by the photo featured above as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s (FFfAW) Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or participate yourself, click HERE.
like mercury colliding... 