The Friday Fictioneers. It is more than a collection of eclectic wordsmiths hailing from all regions of this great big world. There are mothers, fathers, sons and adughters, brothers and sistrers, aunts, uncles and cousins. Namely people of every make and model who love to use a simple singular photo as the startin gpoint for a quick 100 word journey.
Obviously you have some attraction to writing since you are here. Fiction too, or you would not know about FF. So what is your desire as you circle through the bevvy of writing beuaties offered this week? You can find a variety of stories to satiate your wishes. What follows is my attempt.
A wonderful life is what she promised, an exciting life full of adventure and excitement. But what topped it all was the promise of a room with a view. I mean we were living in New York City of all places; the land of skyscrapers.
“I know it is not exactly what I described,” she said softly.
“Compared to four years of sand, scorpions and unbearable heat I guess I shouldn’t complain.”
“You know what,” she said straightening, “You fought for freedom, justice and the American way over there. We can do better.”
“Better. The room with a view? Yes.”