draliman on life

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle! My more-or-less 100 words this week have been inspired by a photo contributed by Renee Heath.

It’s a fantastic photo, full of demonic promise. However, I have resisted the temptation to ooze living wax down some poor sod’s throat and have had a shoddy stab at The Romance. I haven’t tried The Romance before and it feels a bit flat, possibly due to a lack of blood and other-wordly creatures. However, it’s good to push one’s boundaries every once in a while.

I’ll see if I can kill off twice as many characters next week to make up for it.

To read other stories for this week, click on the little blue froggy!

[Edit: I would like to thank Judah First and Sustainabilitea for helping me out in the second sentence of the “winter” passage – I just couldn’t find the right word!]

Copyright Renee Heath

As the wind whistled through the trees and shook tiles from the roofs he gave her his best line. She blew past him and was gone.

Snow lay thick on the ground when he invited her to share mulled wine. Her frosty mien belied the interest in her eyes.

When the first flowers appeared and the apple trees blossomed he enticed her to coffee. Hope grew within him.

In the warmth of a summer evening they shared a meal. He opened his heart to her and in the flickering light of the candles she melted.