I apologize for being weak on interactions the past few weeks. I’ve recently been under the knife but am on the mend and will soon resume the dance of the jig.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction Friday postings at:
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, taste how sweet.
Here’s my contribution:
Second Hand Love
The promenade here was unchanged for nearly sixty years. Harold and Joyce first met on this stretch as teens, had learned the ache of a summer crush, had eventually found friendship which blossomed into love.
It was not the love enjoyed by youth, but something deeper and somehow ever more sustaining.
As they strolled a thought seeped inside Joyce, wishful thinking really. Now that they were each widowed and had reconnected their second hand love, that maybe the magic here could gift them something special. She entered the store of castoffs looking for new life and beckoned Harold to follow.