Nancy shook her head at the young girls taking selfies in blue aprons because they didn’t have the common sense to know you do not enter such a place in your underwear. She hoped her granddaughter didn’t go traipsing about in such attire.
She shook her head again, this time at herself. She had been her granddaughter’s age when she was first here and met Gerome, a student at La Sapienza. She had been on vacation before going off to Marquette that Fall. She and Gerome had corresponded with one another until she married Bill. Now Bill was gone and her children had families of their own. After all these years, Gerome had friended her on facebook.
Gerome had a habit of always being fifteen minutes early but now he was twenty minutes late. Not even a text to say what the hold up was. She was certainly miffed and had stood around long enough. As she was leaving, EMTs rushed passed her with a gurney.
word count: 166
I ran over into the + territory this week. I try to keep it at 100 words or less, but sometimes the story will not repress itself. This one was originally 300+ words and I had to pare it down. It wasn’t easy (Nancy has a lot of opinions).
Written in response to the 67th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Week of 05-24 through 05-30-2016. This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thanks TJ!