“What do you see?” My therapist asked. We were standing in one of the pavilions in the China Garden.
I shut my eyes and opened them again. I stared across the pond and slowly, words spilled from my mouth. “She’s checking her watch, waiting for someone, someone who is not going to show.” I blinked. “She has done something,” I shook my head, “something not easily forgivable and she’s desperate, she needs to explain.”
“May I ask who you are seeing?” My therapist asked. I tilted my head in confusion before I pointed across the pond. There was no one there.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.