Many things have kept me from participating in creative play lately, but how could I resist Rochelle's picture for Friday Fictioneers? This is a picture of Union Station in Kansas City. I have been there but not often. I love the marble, the clicking heels on the floors, the vaulted ceilings, the spacious elegance...not to mention all the history here!
So I had to take a stab at the 100 word challenge to go with the picture. For complete rules and more readings go to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ Now I am going to go read some of those pieces myself!
Union Station in Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City, June 1933
Sarah felt buoyant among marble pillars dripping shades of melted sherbet in the train station. She was meeting her fiancé’s Chicago train. She paused facing a gilded mirror to get the tilt of her rose-colored beret right and noticed another face beside her reflection.
The man’s square, baby face sat over a tight collar with yellow bowtie. Well-cut hair peeked out from an angled fedora. He touched manicured fingers to the brim and flashed an acknowledging smile.
She turned, tugging her white gloves, but he was gone. Then a 30 second blast of bullets wreaked havoc outside.
Baby Face Floyd probably would not have been lurking inside the station on the Massacre Day, but who knows?