Thursday, 18 June 2015

THE CHANDELIER - FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 19 June 2015











The following photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Where does it take you? Tell me in a hundred words or less. 

It seems a small thing to ask, but when posting your story, even if you’re using more than one prompt, please post the prompt as well for that sense of connection. 



PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


THE CHANDELIER

The bronze chandelier looked too heavy to be suspended from the ceiling.  Alice craned her neck to get a better view, her neck cricked and she stepped backwards stumbling against a stranger.

Apologies left her lips as she turned to face her saviour gazing into the most delicious green eyes she had ever seen.

Andrew took her hand, lifted it to his lips in an old fashioned courtly gesture and with a feather-light brush of his full lips caressed the delicate skin of her hand. 

She was so pleased she’d taken the time for a full manicure the day before. 

Word count: 100
 

10 comments:

  1. I bet she was! ;) But that big old chandelier is looming large over their heads...great writing!

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  2. Love blossoms, and a wedding comes next, right under the chandelier. Lovely romance!

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  3. Mills & Boon? Needs a "heaving bosom". ;-)

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  4. Dear Sally,

    Looks like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Chance meetings - you never know where it will lead!

    Lily

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  6. What an old romantic you are! Green eyes!

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  7. Nice romantic story! Love blossoms under the chandelier.

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  8. I have to wonder what kind of event they're at. It almost seems as if Andrew might be more comfortable in that space than Alice. Very nice!

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