Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about a disastrous first date, begins after the photo.
Jack pointed at the table and chairs. “It happened right there,” he smiled.
“Our first date,” grinned Annette.
“You had a pimple.”
“Your suit was rumpled.”
“You showed me your watch.”
“…Then the runaway ambulance jumped the curb and hit you.”
Jack winced. “But I knew you loved me already, because you visited me in the hospital.”
“I wanted my watch back.”
“Oh. You loved that watch.”
“It ticked a wonderful rhythm.”
“You weren’t in love then?” sighed Jack.
“I thought when you put your head on my chest…”
“I felt sorry.”
“Then I realized…your heart beats this wonderful rhythm.”
Every week, the Friday Fictioneers meet at a cafe in Boston to eat octopus and pineapple pizza (not really), and imagine flash fiction stories from a photo prompt. Look here to find the other stories inspired the photo above: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/10/29/31-october-2014/