This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
Once upon a time there was a stranger.
I met him on a boat ride in a quiet little village.
We exchanged a few glances.
It was destiny — we kept bumping into each other.
We ended up on a sort- of- a- date at a restaurant by the lake.
When I reached my home country, I wanted to hear his voice. But I didn’t call him. I — somehow — lost his number.
A year later… I stand at the same place, thinking….
I look at the water playing carelessly. I wish I had given him my correct name at least.