Flash Fiction Friday
Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. A picture may be worth a thousand words but not for us. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on a picture. To see the picture and the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday
Pete smiled at the enthusiastic man grasping onto his hands in gratitude, then he stifled an outright chuckle when the man fervently kissed his hands. Pete didn’t understand Italian but the sentiment was easy to decipher, Marco was definitely pleased. Pete wasn’t so sure his sister would appreciate the interference in her love life. She’d been brooding long enough and when her normally stoic lover had appeared heartbroken below his balcony this morning he’d given him the name of the hotel where she was hiding. Enough was enough, it was time for them to work things out or move on.