It's Wednesday. That means Friday Fictioneers and this week I almost had to play as there were more than a few requests for a follow up to my previous story. I had not officially planned to but when I saw this image, well... how could I resist? Should you desire, the first part can be found here. This week our illustrious (or is it illustrated?) leader, Rochelle, has chosen an image from Roger Bultot. Thank you to both of you!
©Roger Bultot
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Her chin rested on her palm, elbow on the table, daydreaming. She occasionally took a sip of her coffee as she watched passersby on the other side of the window. It had become her Friday morning ritual; a time to dream, breathe, read, write. It gave her a sense of grace and gratitude. Her gaze fell on him standing there, looking in. Again. Was he stalking her? Somehow, it didn't feel menacing. What was he waiting for? He took a step, stopped, shook his head, squared his shoulders and, with a determined step, made for the door. Soon was now
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