I've got "Hope" at exactly 100 words. Over on Facebook I took one look at this picture and immediately said something about fairies. Well that might happen. And then I might win the lottery too. You may never know I might come back and do a second one before Friday...
Please give some credit to Janet Webb for this picture. Trust me when I say this picture is Trashy Mass Produced Romance Novel worthy. There has to be a story behind it.
|Copyright Janet Webb|
“Sweet swirling onion rings, it’s disgusting.” Andrew said as the building came into view. The ramshackle roof was partially collapsed. There would be months of work to do here.
“But look at it! This place is magical!” Steph practically sang.
“A magical mess. What possesd you to buy this place?”
“He told me to.” Steph sounded infinitely sad, as she did every time “He” was mentioned.
“Steph, you need to let Tim go. Baby, he’s gone, he’s never coming back no matter how much he loved you.”
Steph waved the thought away. “We can be together here. He told me.”