My good friend, Eric Alagan, at Written Words Never Die, has posted a wonderful opening to a story, one filled with intrigue and suspense…all in 100 words.
His flash fiction is called, ‘By Chance‘, and you can access it here. Please do go there first and read his story before reading further along.
I was so fascinated by it that I decided to add the next chapter to his superb story line. And then I added some more.
Below are a few scenarios I concocted, all hatched from Eric’s excellent idea.
Without further ado, here are my own vignettes, every one coming in at 100 words:
“Everything ok, honey?”
Madrilene paused before answering.
“Yes, Michael. Everything is…perfect.”
Michael stared at her for a moment and then settled back into The New Yorker.
Madrilene held the cup in her hands, and felt the warmth of the coffee through the porcelain. She remembered how warm Ben’s hands were, after he cradled her in his arms when she stepped back and stumbled at the fair.
Could it really have been two years ago?
Now here he was, his trademark Galoises perched between his lovely lips, that faint constant stubble above his mouth…
“Next stop is ours, Sweetie!” Michael said.
Ben watched the train pull slowly out of the station, belching great gobs of steam into the cold November air.
She looked as beautiful as ever, he thought.
He yearned to touch her face once more.
Standing on the platform, he waited until the train was but a dot on the horizon, the only tell-tale sign of its passage the plume of smoke that lingered briefly in the sky.
Ben gazed in the distance, his eyes fixed on the smoke, as though it was a tether keeping Madrilene close to his side.
Two years had passed.
And now she’s back.
The article failed to hold Michael’s interest. His thoughts were elsewhere.
He had noticed the man on the platform staring at Madrilene. He knew that look. The man was smitten with her.
He knew that look because it was the same gaze he possessed when he first glimpsed Madrilene’s extraordinary beauty. How could the man not be enchanted?
Michael chanced a sideways glance at Madrilene. She was staring out the window, watching the fields roll by, thinking about…what?
Him? That man on the platform? The man with the dangling cigarette.
Michael looked down. He noticed her coffee remained untouched.
His magnificent eyes!
Madrilene watched the landscape roll on by, a gray blur to the crowded thoughts coursing through her mind.
Imagine that. Two years had passed, and he remembered.
That simple nod from the platform. Was it of regret? Understanding? Of forlornness?
His eyes seemed so sad.
The memory of them crinkled in laughter, as they shared a bottle of crisp chardonnay in the field, a scene stolen out of a canvas by Millet.
The warm, summer sun, the fresh scent of sunflowers…
“Michael, my dear, would you mind getting me a glass of wine?”
And so the scenarios go. And I do have to thank my good friend Eric once again for posting this wonderful prompt.
Feel free to add your own story to this delightful little exercise.
I’d love to read your words.
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