Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!
Nobody knew, for sure, where Miss Annie came from or when she first moved to the village. She looked a wild woman, though, with long brown hair and piercing green eyes. Some days, near twilight, people would see her walking and hear her singing lullabies ’round the Middleham Castle ruins.
For all intents and purposes, Miss Annie ran a respectable tea house. It was set back about a mile off the main road just across from Uncle’s auto repair shop. He took a liking for Miss Annie’s ways. Eventually she gave up the tea house, for Uncle’s sake, and they married.
A brief back drop: I really liked this photograph. There are so many options and layers. Thanks for this, Claire. What fascinated me most was the telephone number. I googled that and ended up in England on the River Ure reading about kings and queens and castles and a young prince dying. Oh! I stopped at the romance part…
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Photo © Claire Fuller