Friday Fictioneers: Moved On

“Stop following me!” Her scream rang through the hotel corridor. He grabbed her arm but she yanked it away. “Can’t you see I don’t love you anymore? Move on already.”

“I can’t,” he spoke in a hushed tone, looking around. “I can’t move on, not when I still have feeling for you.” He took a step back and sighed. “You know what, meet me by the lamppost in the square at midnight. If you don’t show up, then I will move on, no matter how painful it is.”

That night, she stood by the lamppost and waited. He never showed.

(100 words)

Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.

21 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Moved On

  1. That was a punch in the stomach. I wonder if he was just trying to make her understand how she might have hurt him, if he was a jerk, or if something horrible happened. Nicely done.

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  2. Your writing is lucid. You have chosen your verbs and adjectives very carefully so that the characters’ feelings and motivations seem clear. And what questions you leave us with! Was he wanting to be the dumper rather than the dumped? Has something terrible happened to him? Was she under the right lamppost? Even more intriguingly, why was she there at all? She’d told him to get lost in no uncertain terms.

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