The writer, pen and paper in hand observes his surroundings and creates worlds that others would never see.
To the left, the brown chairs become mahogany settees. The cane design splitting apart after being left in the summer sun far too long.
To the right, three strangers become old mates sharing a pint. They celebrate in the brutal heat. One of them is getting married, to a woman with burgundy hair and eyes the color of emeralds.
The writer’s bike is black but otherwise nondescript. After removing the lock, he pedals off. Searching for more inspiration, and far greater stories.
100 words/Genre: General Fiction (I think)
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Criticisms and kudos are most welcome. Bring it on my loves, bring it on.