It’s Friday Fictioneers time and it’s good to have time this week to play. Check out the blog run admirably by Rochelle Wiseoff-Field to learn all you need to know about Friday Fictioneers. From there you can link to the other stories inspired by the following photo.
On a winter’s morning I turn up at the lake half an hour early with my neighbour’s dachshund for disguise. The wind nips my gloveless fingers and makes my eyes stream. The clouds hold onto their rain.
I attempt inconspicuousness, a common dog walker, in spite of the mutt whimpering and pulling for home, and even though the father I’m meeting doesn’t know me. Rejection has become my choice.
After an hour no one has come into the park. No one sat on the third bench from the corner in front of the nature display.
The dog howls, the clouds cry and I still wait.