Caught – Friday Fictioneers

It’s a summer rerun. I loved this prompt back in October 2012 when I wrote this story, and I still love it today. My story…I’m not so sure about. I thought about rewriting the ending, maybe something with more punch, more drama. But after recent events, I had a change of heart. Maybe it’s okay if you have to use your imagination at the end.

As always, thanks so much to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for leading the group and to Jan Morrill for the photo.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill

(100 words)

Caught

The white walls caught the light, overpowering  my judgment. I surrendered and receded into the alley. My bare feet cracked with the sand and grit of the pebbles, the heat almost intolerable. Barely distinguishable from the others, I knew this alley wasn’t the right one. Its walls were too high and the blue door wasn’t there before. I felt light-headed.

A few steps into the shade and I saw him, standing on the balcony watching me. Waiting for me. He knew I’d be here.

I crooked my head to see a man walking behind me. My opportunity had suddenly vanished.

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Alley of Enchantment – Friday Fictioneers – 11/15/13

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m piggybacking onto David’s story, because it was so enchanting.

This alleyway looks like it belongs in Europe, where I have never been. Sigh. Someday. I imagine little alleyways like this one.

Rochelle and Janet, I hope you’re having a wonderful visit and maybe even share a memorable culinary experience of your own. Thanks to Kent Bonham for the photo.

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Genre: General (99 words)

copyright – Kent Bonham

Alley of Enchantment

Cradling my waist, he whisked me into the alley. His musky scent mingled with mine while we lingered, his breath on my cheek. I forgot about my aching feet searching for the restaurant with no street name.

“I think I’m hungry,” I said.

“We’re lost. Let’s skip it,” he said, nipping my neck.

Cupping his chin, I whispered, “They say this is the best restaurant in the world.”

He sighed. “It better be.”

In our candlelit corner, we savored a culinary experience that could not be matched. We returned to it in our future visits, pretending to be lost.