I read the mail each morning sitting by the bay windows.
Mother often sat with me, she said the sunlight was at the perfect angle for reading. I sat here for the perfect view of a chiselled face firmly balanced on shoulders which would cast a shadow on Samson’s.
If only I could switch his body with that of prince Charming, now won’t life just be perfect. Hiding my wanton smile behind the mail, I turned my attention to the mailed responses to my summer soiree invite.
The first was from Ariel, was there really a point in opening this one?
There was no chance of Ariel making it to the soiree, poor girl, living on a tiny island oceans away from civilization. The voyage across was difficult, Ariel only crossed it once a year, she would just have reached home by the time the invite got to her. Good riddance if you asked me!
My smile crescendoed to a snarl as I read her response.
In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise @ a storyteller’s abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.