Saturday, November 22, 2014

Friday Fictioneers - The Scent of Romance

As promised, a day late. Thanks go out as always to Rochell Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. If you zoom in on the picture, you'll see the two white signs on either side of the doors are for a bistro.

Nothing says romance quite like the Michelin Man.

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller
Genre: Realistic Fiction ('Cause apparently that place exists)
Word Count: 100

The Scent of Romance
            Fumes from oil and gasoline burned her nose. The little candle in the dirty holder flickered in the dim lighting, and Margie worried the place would go up in flames. Why would anyone think to combine an auto repair shop with a restaurant?
            An even better question was, why would they think this would be a good place for a date?
            She managed a polite smile as a slab of greasy pizza was placed in front of her. Matt, the blond boy currently digging into his slice, was nice enough, but future dates were now out of the question.



3 comments:

  1. Was she a bit quick to judge, I wonder. Nicely written.

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  2. Dear Emilie,

    Some ideas are better than others. She obviously hasn't met her soul mate on this date. Nice descriptions. Full of sight and scent.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  3. Margie's a smart girl; clearly this is not "the right man." Nicely detailed and well written.

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