Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).
A VICTORY FOR ONE YEAR
A momentous visit would allay misgivings about our haste to marry.
“Victory is ours, my love,” she sung on the phone, her parents in tow.
A year ago I was first engulfed by a silky voice I overheard. Love crept in with graceful sentiment, my back turned to her as I listened in.
“Who are you?” trembling as I shifted, just to see.
“Kate,” a stunning beauty, with crimson cheeks.
“Red geraniums will win over this dreary courtyard,” she decreed on our first date.
I will take some to her funeral, then. For a year at least, victory was ours entirely.