Today I am joining Rachel at Friday Fictioneers. Using a picture prompt, write a piece of flash fiction with only 100 words. For full rules and more pieces of fiction to read, go to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/05/01/3-may-2013/
He stepped out on the concrete terrace of his high rise in the nascent dawn. As every morning, his eyes raced to her wrought iron balcony, curved like a clam shell where she brushed long hair looking like Rapunzel. He touched those silky locks in his imagination, wondered if she were married, longed to hear her voice.
He felt sure her apartment smelled like lavender, soft and calming, but he could only envisage the décor since the angle didn’t let him view more than gauzy drapes she floated through each morning.
“Harvey! Eggs are ready,” barked his wife.
The real day began.