He stumbled into the courtyard and lit a cigarette. He shook his head as he exhaled a smoke ring into the air. What am I doing here? It was his first time to be back in two decades and to celebrate his return, his family had gathered for a welcome-home celebration. For the last two days, his uncles, aunts, and cousins had been arriving non-stop as the rooms in his family’s villa began to fill.
In the distance, a yellow grasshopper stared intently at him, wondering why he’s outside. He sighed at the grasshopper, “You’re lucky this isn’t your party.”
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.