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.
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’.