The Wait – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS (100 words)

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The Saturday market where locals came to sell goods had become my interest in this new lonely city.

My eyes fell on a dilapidated stall among the buzzing stalls selling jams, olives, cheese

“Whats the price of this bronze medal?” intrigued I asked the old lady.

Picking up the medal among various inconsequential things her trembling voice said, “These aren’t for sale child, I am waiting for my love who has gone to fight the World War, they say it will be over soon, he would recognise these and come back to me.”

Choked with emotion I silently walked away.

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This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count.

 PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

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