“Do you think they’re after us?” she asked.
“No. I don’t even think they know we left,” he replied.
She glanced out the window. “Wait, what’s that? There’s something coming towards us!”
“Relax. Just some goats. Jeez, we really are in the middle of nowhere.”
“I was thinking, I mean, we took the car. Shouldn’t we give it back someday?”
“Maybe not,” he said, and winked at her. “Let’s just call it our wedding present.”
He pulled up to a small cottage hidden by tall cottonwood trees.
“And this is our castle.”
Sometimes it’s simply been too good a day to write something dark. 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.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: