Now for some Flash fiction!!! This is part of Friday Fictioneers challenge – the idea is to create a 100 word story inspired by the posted picture. Tough challenge but it seems my essay concision skills haven’t rotten completely.
City Girl
Sandra sat utop the rolling hill, swift hands devotedly sketching the figure in the garden below. She etched in rounded details, remembering straight cityscapes. Gone were comforting smells of community; replaced by dirt and manure. Convenience of supermarkets sorely missed. Farm work now standard. Sandra hated it but for her new-found hobby. Her eyes rested fondly on the man, taking in his country-touched physique. Sensing her gaze, he turned his friendly grin in her direction and waved. Sandra waved back, flushed with delight. Sandra gazed into the uncluttered sky and thought with a satisfied smile ‘maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow’.
Next stop: The End. 
Comments on: "City Girl: Friday Fictioneers" (20)
Love it! Especially the last line, maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow. Of course I’m wanting to know what.
And with that question dangles a sequel. But damn writing it with in 100 words was both challenging and limiting.
Nicely done. I hope she doesn’t tell him.
Wow I love this. Well done 🙂
Good story.
Really like your story – if she tells him – then another story? Love your page – I love color! Thanks, Nan
Ha, thanks. I really wanted a very vibrant page because it speaks to me personally about the nature of creativity.
Actually I was tossing around an idea of it from his POV first but as I’m in two minds I might just do both. 🙂
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Lovely. I do like this.
I like “the comforting smells of community”, although there are comforting smells of that sort in the country, too. I wonder if she’ll succumb to the joys of being a country girls.
janet
Yep, pig slurry, chicken shit ect. The occasion waft of fresh air. How I miss living in the country. 🙂
Dear Penshift,
A hearty welcome to Friday Fictioneers. From your comments I see that you write with the voice of experience. A nice piece…picturesque and pungent. Now I must go read your sequel.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Friday Fictioneers seemed like a fun challenge; I’m glad I joined. Experience is one word for it. Enforced relocation is another.
Well written and intriguing.
Cool stuff.
I find this enchanting and hopeful… wonder what happens when she tell him?
Given the intentions behind watching him… It will likely destroy the PG13 rating… (I’m innocent, I tells ya)
A different kind of love story 🙂
There’s no love like obsession 😉
So true 😀
Tell him tomorrow…aaahh my imagination is on fire!