He made his living out of finding the story. He took a boring crime, a stolen grave plate scrapped for cash. He tracked down the veteran’s son and spilled the passion. He wrote the story in black and white and everyone loved him for it.
But Bailey wouldn’t fit into Times New Roman. Her motive changed with the wind.
“So I do really like you and I think we could be great together… but I’m not really ready for the sort of relationship you want.” She fiddled with her coffee mug, hardly even aware of what she said. As if words didn’t have power.
When he listened to her talk, he always felt as if he had to work her out. And the answer was just out of his reach.
He decided to write a new story.
This was written for the picture prompt on Fandango’s blog: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/04/20/fandangos-flash-fiction-challenge-62/
For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a young man gazing at a wall with drawings, photos, and documents taped all over it.
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Nice tale. Thanks for participating.
Thanks! 🙂