Time for this week’s Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. It begins anew each Wednesday. 100-150 words more or less to do with the photo below (photo changes each week). I’ll put the link to this week’s stories at the end of this piece. Blogs, like this, are such a great gift for writers – and I believe readers, too. Pass on by – click on the froggy at the end of this story.
PJ, as usual has given her time hosting this for us. It’s so much appreciated.
I’m kind of excited because I see lots of ways to expand this piece
Oh! I’ve done short continuation HERE – if you have time, give a peek 🙂
I’m not always so anxious and so unsure about life. Sometimes, though, anxiety can’t be avoided. It was all about to unfold at the Millbrae Station.
Millbrae is a skip and a less expensive suburb down from San Francisco; near the tip of the Silicon Valley peninsula and at the leading edge of all things technological, environmental and millennial.
I had moved to Millbrae to care for my aging mother. It wasn’t as though she needed care, but she claimed she did. My transition, from the New Orleans French Quarter to Silicon Valley suburbia had been, to say the least, bumpy.
I’d gone to an internet dating site to see if there were any poets, like myself, in the area, and I responded to one invitation. We were going to meet at the Millbrae Station.
When I arrived, there was a pigeon standing near the tracks. It appeared to be, as I was, hopefully waiting for the next train.
photo prompt thanks to Vanessa Rodriguez