It’s Good Friday, Readers! Can you believe Easter is just a day away?
I’m still rolling with our two characters, Emmeline Price and Nicholas Ramsey. We’ll continue their adventures in today’s Friday Fictioneers. Special thanks to Rochelle for the prompt and Dale Rogerson for providing the photo!
“When I imagined us having dinner for the first time, I’ll admit this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “Oh?” asked Emmeline.
Nick felt his ears get hot. He cleared his throat. “Not that I imagined it a lot, mind you.” He shrugged and stared at the bottle of Barbera wine on the table between them.
“And what’s wrong with a bottle of wine and a classic deep dish pizza?” Emmeline asked. Her smile never left her face as she lifted a slice to her mouth for a bite.
Happy Friday, Readers! It’s been a couple weeks, but I’m back with a Friday Fictioneers story for you! Thank you as always, to the lovely Rochelle for providing a weekly prompt for us Friday writers, as well as providing the photo this week!
I’m not making any promises yet, but I think this little story could turn into a series…I’m going to challenge myself to continue to write about these two characters over the next few weeks, every Friday.
A Chance Meeting
On a busy street corner in the windy city, Nick collided with a beautiful brunette in a green peacoat. Books and pamphlets scattered with her exclamation of “Oh!” and Nick found himself scrambling to grab everything before the wind or oblivious feet carried it away.
“I am so sorry,” he said, reaching for a fluttering pamphlet next to her white heels. “So sorry, Miss…?”
“Price. Emmeline Price.” She stood, clutching her books and papers to her chest with one hand while reaching out with the other. “Thank you, Mr…?”
She smiled. “Do you believe in angels, Nicholas Ramsey?”
Happy Friday, Readers! I don’t know about you, but I am thrilled that it is finally Friday…seems to have taken a whole week to get here! Now it is time again for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the forever-lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo is come to us from Jean L. Hays. Enjoy the story!
Lost But Not Forgotten
“Come on Reagan,” said her brother Jimmy, coughing from the exhaust of hover cars zooming high above them. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I know it’s here somewhere…” Reagan mumbled in reply, still searching in the rubbish. Her face was smeared with grime from the street. From a dusty alley, a group of streetwalkers watched them silently. Jimmy kept a wary eye on them.
“Reagan, it’s not safe down here.”
“Found it!” Her gleeful shout rang through the street. “See? It’s still here. Route 66, just like Great Gran said.”
Jimmy sighed. “Then let’s get this adventure started, shall we?”