Every week, Rochelle sends the world a prompt pic, and we each write 100 words that it inspires. In case you are one of the seven people on the planet who don’t subscribe, here is this week’s pic:
and I excavated 100 words from the fiction mine inside my head. This is what those words look like:
The hottest day that summer, and my first ever barbecue.
The candles I had set out in the garden were melting onto the wooden tables like grilled mozzarella long before it was dark enough to light them. I was scraping the worst of the wax when the first guests arrived.
The parasols wouldn’t stay up, the coals wouldn’t light, the meat wouldn’t defrost, the beer wouldn’t chill. It was a disaster.
She called the next day to thank me for a wonderful night, even came to help me tidy. That was fifteen years ago. And we still love together today.