LOST IN TRANSLATION
Kevin reached into his backpack. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
My heart raced. A proposal? At last?
He pulled out a strange-looking sign.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s to keep anyone from ‘rounding that curve we just passed.” Then came his impossible-to-resist wink. “I’ve always wanted to do it in this spot.”
But my sighs of disappointment melted into sighs of desire. After all, he was impossible to resist.
Right in the middle of our “doing it,” a hiker walked by, grinning. “Sign says not to wave, so I’ll just nod and be on my way.”
You know what I love about Friday Fictioneers? I love that when I first wake on Wednesday morning and look at the photo prompt, I think, “Huh? What in the world am I going to write about this one?”
Then, after staring at it, after drawing on memories (I won’t say if I drew on memories this week!) a story comes to mind and I begin to write. Invariably, I have to cut words, though it’s my natural instinct to add more color to the simple sketch.
But the 100-word limit forces me to tell the whole story without all the fluff. It’s like putting together a puzzle without all the pieces. Still, I look forward to the challenge every week.
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