Then again, my little smart phone is basically a small computer in its own right. Technology is amazing.
This Saturday, I bring you yesterday's Friday Fictioneers! Thanks, as always, go out to Rochell Wisoff-Fields.
(I may or may not be channeling some feelings about winter in this one.)
|PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
It was mid-December, he was from North Dakota, and he came to California to escape the cold sent with love from Canada. All week, he’d haunted the forecast for Hollywood. He was looking forward to days in the in the high sixties, and sunshine.
Is that what he got? No.
Instead, the snow followed him. As people around him waddled in every article of clothing they owned and rejoiced in the half inch that had fallen for the first time in a decade, he sat on a bench and glared at the world around him.
He should've gone to Hawaii.