“Oh, the boys in the band are so dreamy!” said Natty. She smiled as the band played in the park’s gazebo.
Betty grinned too. “You have a favorite?”
Natty rubbed a locket at her neck. “Mmm. The sax player.”
“Really? His hair’s getting thin.”
Natty winked. “He always likes some sax before bed.”
The two giggled for a moment.
“What about you?” said Natty.
Betty smoothed her dress unconsciously. “Well, I rather enjoy the tuba player.”
Natty grimaced. “Him? He’s a bit soft in the middle.”
Betty smiled salaciously. “Tuba Players have Strong Lips.”
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers meet at secret gazebo in Vermont. Not really, but one day we might! Even so, we still come together to write flash fiction based upon photo prompts. This week’s picture is by fellow writer David Stewart. Look here for more pics based upon the photo above: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/27-march-2015/