Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Alicia Jamtaas
Pretending not to care, with my eyes studying intricate patterns on the floor, I still managed to steel a glance in your direction, breathlessly waiting while your hand casually spun the bottle. I always thought that was a silly game. Until it was your turn.
Later, I would inspect my reflection in the mirror, noticing flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. By all measures, we were ordinary people, archetypes of our little world, Everyman and Jester.
There was a calculated thoughtfulness with which I glided through life that evaporated once I stopped running. And what I found waiting was finally enough.
Snow's Fissures and Fractures 
Dear Loré,
That was some game of spin the bottle. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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It was obviously fate, with that bottle!
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Great use of what’s not said
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I agree with Neil. I read this three times to find what wasn’t there. (That’s a compliment, by the way.)
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Rite of passage. A capture of a moment in time. Great stuff.
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A smooth and welcome read. Nicely done. Not played that game in many years. 🙂
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I stopped to enjoy this…
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Sounds as if she was the winner 🙂
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An unusual and intriguing take. Sounds as though it might have worked out for her. Beautifully written.
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like they say, if it’s not to your liking, just change your liking. 🙂
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Finding the things we didn’t even know we were looking for is truly a gift and the best kind of surprise.
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