EAVESDROPPING
Joe’s passion was people-watching.
Each night he’d regale Monica with stories of businessmen meeting hookers en
route to a motel, writers seeking material, runaways looking for lifts. After a
decade he considered himself an expert.
These three women, he guessed, were
young mums on a break from housework, though their conversation looked rather intense
for that. Joe took the coffee to refill their cups and heard one say, ‘I’ll
drive – my car’s bigger.”
How nice, Joe thought, an outing, and
left them to their plans.
He was almost out of range when the
blonde said, ‘Remember to bring your guns.”
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This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, ably run by Rochelle, where writers from across the world use a mere 100 words to tell a story inspired by a photograph. This week's picture was taken by Roger Bultot and posted on https://rochellewisoff.com/
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This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, ably run by Rochelle, where writers from across the world use a mere 100 words to tell a story inspired by a photograph. This week's picture was taken by Roger Bultot and posted on https://rochellewisoff.com/
