PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
Weeding
“Jason, you there?” Lucy heard grunting behind the weathered gate. “Jason?” she repeated.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I’ll open up in a sec. Just need to get this last weed.”
“Weed?”
“My mom asked me to pull these darn weeds. Didn’t realize how much work it’ll be.”
Lucy heard another grunt and a minute later the metal screech of an unoiled bolt opening. “You should do something about that gate. And change fast, we’re late.” She looked at him with distaste.
He kissed her. “Maybe we should both get out of our clothes. We’re all alone. No one’s home.”
Word count: 99 words
This flash fiction piece is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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So many time pressures.
Good piece.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Young love. I think she’d want him to shower first having already shown her distaste.
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Yes, she would.
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Dear Ula,
Instant in and out season. Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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I wonder how interested she was in his suggestion.
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That depends on how important to her was getting to wherever they were going on time.
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He has some convincing arguments there. 🙂 Fun story.
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Thanks.
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