Jake locked up and stepped out just in time to see Jessica leaving her shop. He smiled in anticipation of a nice walk home with her again. He would soon have enough money saved for a real date. A few real dates, then maybe marriage. He wanted a snug little nest like the other guys had. No longer alone.
“Hi, Jess, ready to walk home,” he called.
“Not tonight, Jake. My fiance is picking me up,” she responded.
He stalled and considered a new plan. Marci would be closing her shop in about fifteen minutes. She wasn’t blonde but …….
Thanks, Rochelle, for the picture prompt for Friday Fictioneer’s 100 word story.
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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