Another week rolls by, and I am actually on time! I should have gone to bed an hour ago, but you can sleep when you’re dead! Anyway… Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
As she brushed past him between classes, she slipped him a note. Above the eraser marks and crossed out text she’d finally written:
“Meet me by the old tree along Eden Prairie Road. I think we should get to know each other.”
At three thirty he pushed open the double doors and walked out past the suburbs with their ruler-straight lawns and carefully trimmed rose bushes till the houses trailed off and the tree stood lonely and tall. There she was, back towards the town, gazing out at the land falling away far and green and wild.