In good time

You asked to walk a month in my shoes.

“You’ve been there for months! How many more villages to go?” She chuckled, pleased to hear his voice again.

“Beautiful area,” he heaved a sigh, “I saw elephants by the river.”

Pause.

“You know, the sunsets here are really gorgeous.”

Pause again.

“Ahhhh, of course you know,” he let out a quiet grin.

She smiled.

“Hey babe, gotta go.” He winked into the rearview mirror, then kept his phone.

She could hear the roar of his dusty motorbike as the phone lost connection.

7 months, 6 days, 5 hours.
For someone’s quietly keeping time.

* * * 100 * * *

My first go at a flashfiction challenge! Or any fiction for that matter. The photo prompt is provided by Enisa, and the challenge hosted by Priceless Joy.

 

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Nice! I hope it’s not your last!

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Thank you for the encouragement!
      You actually read my mind though, I find it so much easier to rant my thoughts than to write something fiction. πŸ˜€

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  2. Iain Kelly says:

    Great job for your first go, hope you will carry on and come back for more! πŸ™‚

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Thank you! I’ll try~ πŸ˜‰

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  3. Wow, sounds like she was ready for him to go if she was keeping time like that. Great story! Welcome to the FFfAW challenge!

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    1. leapingtoes says:

      Haha, yea, I admire her patience. I would have kicked him out of the picture already. πŸ˜€
      Thanks for the hosting the challenge. ❀

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      1. You’re right! LOL! My pleasure!

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