“What’s the rush Amanda?”
“Rush? Everyone’s doing it.”
“But that’s no reason…”
“People will start to talk. Besides, he’s everything a girl could want, looks, money, prospects.”
“Well if you’re sure…”
So she went ahead, whilst I watched, waited and grieved.
I met her at Starbucks, when it was over.
“I missed you,” she said.
“I missed you too.”
“You’ve done well for yourself. I read about you in the press.”
“Just lucky, I guess.”
She reached for my hand.
“Is there a chance for us, Sarah, now I know who I am?”
I didn’t think so; people would start to talk.
This week one of my photos provides the challenge. This was taken at Port la Robine on the Canal du Midi. We could hear the clanking of bells from miles away, then we saw the clouds of dust approaching the bridge ahead of us. I was just quick enough to scramble up the banks from the boat to get one shot of their approach, and one of their departing backsides. Traffic was thrown into confusion and men and sheepdogs were everywhere. Not to mention the sheep poo. 🙂 Thanks again to Rochelle for her efforts on behalf of Friday Fictioneers; don’t know what we’d do without her.