Friday Fictioneers – Linger

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Image courtesy of Janet M. Webb

You don’t know this.

But I frequent that restaurant by your place. I sit and drink and I treat myself with the sight of your beauty – a reminder of how generous life can be. Just like a captivating portrait, I am affected by your image: full of history; full of passion.

You don’t know this.

But I frequent that restaurant by your place. I sit and drink and I torture myself with the sight of your beauty – a reminder of a forsaken past. Just like a captivating portrait that I can only admire from a distance: I cannot hold; I cannot own.

You don’t know this.

You don’t have to.

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Okay, first things first. I was too preoccupied with a bunch of things that I skipped several prompts in Friday Fictioneers. I deeply apologize. Although I still checked  the prompts along with some of the stories written about it. Needless to say, the ideas in my brain were cursing me for keeping them imprisoned. Maybe I will backtrack and set them free in my future posts.

Anyway, I am back and here’s my contribution. Please feel free to share your comments and insights.

Also, more amazing entries inspired by the photo prompt may be found by clicking this link.

Cheers!

P.S.

I went a little over 100 words. Again, my apologies. But I felt it wouldn’t work if I trim it further.