“Stop following me!” Her scream rang through the hotel corridor. He grabbed her arm but she yanked it away. “Can’t you see I don’t love you anymore? Move on already.”
“I can’t,” he spoke in a hushed tone, looking around. “I can’t move on, not when I still have feeling for you.” He took a step back and sighed. “You know what, meet me by the lamppost in the square at midnight. If you don’t show up, then I will move on, no matter how painful it is.”
That night, she stood by the lamppost and waited. He never showed.
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.