The following photo is the PROMPT. Let it speak to you, then tell us in a hundred words or less what it said.
|PHOTO PROMPT -© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
The weather matched her mood. She was stuck here in this dingy motel room looking out into the wet night waiting for his car to appear.
He was late, again. Melissa turned back and surveyed the double bed, the bedside lamp on the MDF two-drawer cabinet, one worn brocaded chair, a tiny kettle and a few sachets of tea and coffee on the stand by the door.
The rat-a-tat-tat knock came. Melissa opened the door where Richard stood, a smile on his face as he handed her a bedraggled bouquet of flowers, obviously the last bunch in the service station.
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