“If you think it can’t get worse,” Petula sighed with a heavy heart.
“Com’ on, it’s not that bad. Somehow we’ll always make it work,” Clark tried to cheer her up.
“I don’t want to be here,” Petula sounded like a spoiled child. “I want to be in the next picture.”
“It’s not up to us and you know it,” he quietly revealed.
Petula looked around, then she nodded.
“You’re right. Perhaps there won’t be another picture and we will have to learn to cherish what we have.”
“Now you got it,” Clark smiled and her, and her heart melted.
A 100-word story for the Friday Fictioneers. What did I get myself into? Another photograph that didn’t speak to me at all. Perhaps skipping a week would be the right thing to do but then, before I know it, I started writing. I am getting good at writing about nothing. 🙂