PHOTO PROMPT Shaktiki Sharma
Kurt stared outside the window, his nose pressed against the glass. He had spent the last two days on a Greyhound bus, so he could finally meet the person he had fallen in love with.
‘Online friendships are not real,” all his friends at home had warned him.
He didn’t listen, bought the ticket anyway.
‘What if he is not here?’
He felt a knot in his stomach.
And then he saw him. He was standing there, wet as a drowned rat and he was holding a yellow rose as he said he would.
That’s as real as it gets.
The Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The 100-word photography challenge was a real test this week. I frantically searched for my reading glasses, still couldn’t say for sure what I saw -or not saw. I guess that’s why they call it fiction. 🙂