This week's photo prompt comes, as always, from Rochelle
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog to read how other writers interpreted it.
My version is more fact than fiction this week, but it's what came first to mind!
BURGERS & BUTTERFLIES
We would
eat our burgers battling along Brighton seafront against a howling gale, salt
spray crusting on our faces. Over an espresso coffee later I would lick my spectacles clean – I can still recall the taste, but it was the only way to avoid smears.
‘Men don’t make passes at girls who wear
glasses’ was so ingrained into my consciousness that his insistent wooing
was a shock.
“Only
virgins wear white,” my mother decreed, so I wasn’t even a beautiful bride.
But six months
later my daughter was born, and the woman I was always meant to be emerged from her chrysalis to spread her butterfly wings.
