Little wonder we stumble in life.

Friday Fictioneers: Gazebo



She hugged the snow jacket over her black turtleneck, bracing against the wind. The place was packed; there were balloons, food stands and performers in the centre of the room.

Rachel made her way through the crowd, towards Paul. “Where is she?”

“Stop complaining. I know you don’t get out much. I was starting to worry about you.”

“There’s a reason I don’t get out. It’s bloody cold.”

“Please, I’m worried about you. She’s not like you. She can’t just shut herself indoors all day.”

“You can’t ransom her off whenever want to speak to me.”

“Then talk to me.”

Prompt from Friday Fictioneers


Author: littlewonder2

I'm 25, and I blog to improve my writing; I want to be good enough to be published. I also studied Japanese when I was younger. Luckily, I'll be able to continue those studies along with Creative Writing next year in University.

3 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Gazebo

  1. I don’t understand what’s going on here – which is frustrating as it has all the makings of a good piece. Perhaps it’s just me. 😦

  2. A couple and their daughter, is it? I hope the couple gets on better talking terms

  3. That was my interpretation. It works well. Snappy dialogue and effective mood-setting.

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