Friday Fictioneers – The Slight

~ neilmacdon
PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

It was a slight—he recognised that. And this merited anger, even reprisal. 

The afternoon continued lazy—wind ruffling the grass like a stroked dog, the insects’ bass and the birds’ trill stitching a pattern into the dome of the sky.

Wrath filled his glass, and he drank. Was her offence sufficient for an hour’s rejection? Or a screeching, door-slamming walkout? In the drowse and the piercing sunshine, it felt hard to calibrate. A slick bead of sweat licked his chest.

He couldn’t afford to lose her. That much was certain. So, a bit of a sulk, probably, then flowers.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Slight”

  1. All it took was a bit of time in a beautiful setting to let his feelings settle, and to formulate a response that will salvage the relationship. Wonderful images in this, and the progression of his thoughts rings true.

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  6. This story intrigued me. The man’s thoughts are cold-blooded and calculating, as though he was controlling the woman, but at the same time, he can’t afford to lose her. You persuade me to wonder whether all men are a little like this.

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  9. Yes flowers. Or candy can be dandy, but I’ve been told that liquor is quicker. 🙂
    My line is, “My feelings would be hurt, if I had any.”

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