PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“There used to be many of them around here.” Clive held the door open for the woman in a green coat. Natasha shook off her gloves and began scouting the cured meats on display.
“Amazing!” she said, delighting in the olive bread and odd-looking cheeses that was definitely not cheddar.
“Now our delicatessen is the only one of its kind for miles.” He selected a few items, placed them into a paper bag and held it out to her with a lopsided smile.
She looked at him from beneath her lashes, “Well, let’s hope it is here to stay.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less.
I’m with you on the mutual hate of updates, Rochelle. Have been resisting the new editor on wordpress too. I struggled to submit to the link up this week. Eventually, switching browsers helped. When in doubt, switch browsers. 😉
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. – Henry David Thoreau