Bluebonnet
Rain pounded Jory’s windshield while stuck in the ferry queue. Kaylee closed their call. Already at the airport, she was leaving this miserable city.
Jory looked at his tailored suit. Gray. His trench coat in the seat was gray. His hair was graying. He dropped his face into his hands. The city, traffic, and legal offices were all he knew. Except Kaylee, a sky-eyed wildflower he’d plucked from a West Texas meadow. She’d never thrived here.
Jory grabbed his trenchcoat. He ran through the rain, off the port, and hailed a cab.
“JFK! I’m late for a plane!”
Friday Fictioneers: 100-word stories
photo prompt: Ted Strutz
June 21, 2017 at 9:57 am
Great piece
Strong voice
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June 21, 2017 at 10:50 am
Thank you. 🙂
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June 21, 2017 at 11:03 am
I liked the sky-eyed wildflower plucked from a meadow
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June 21, 2017 at 11:04 am
Thank you, Neil.
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June 21, 2017 at 1:46 pm
I hope he makes it in time… he will thrive with her colors.
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June 21, 2017 at 1:50 pm
Thank you, Bjorn. I hope so, too.
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June 21, 2017 at 3:39 pm
Dear Kecia,
Lovely piece with a happy ending. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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June 21, 2017 at 6:16 pm
Thank you, Rochelle. I was happy the story ended as it did.
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June 21, 2017 at 3:40 pm
He did right to run, although without the rain there would be nowhere to run.
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June 21, 2017 at 6:17 pm
He must have been on the right side of the river. 😀
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June 21, 2017 at 6:47 pm
Loved the sky-eyed wildflower plucked from a Texas meadow 🙂
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June 22, 2017 at 7:45 am
Thank you.
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June 22, 2017 at 7:53 am
“The heart wants what the heart wants.” ~ Gr. Grandma Bear. What a lovely story, giving it all up to follow love. Need more stories like this to balance the evils of the world, I daresay.
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June 22, 2017 at 8:39 am
Thank you. I agree.
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June 22, 2017 at 1:26 pm
Very nice story.
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June 22, 2017 at 1:26 pm
Thank you.
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June 22, 2017 at 1:40 pm
Nicely written story. Loved the line “sky-eyed wildflower he’d plucked from a West Texas meadow”.
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June 22, 2017 at 2:31 pm
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
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June 23, 2017 at 4:24 am
I agree with everything said above! Excellent
My story – ‘An empty bottle’
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June 23, 2017 at 7:47 am
Thank you, Keith.
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June 23, 2017 at 6:02 am
I’m glad he finally saw what was important in life. Well done.
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June 23, 2017 at 7:48 am
No contest, right? Thanks, Russell.
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June 23, 2017 at 3:40 pm
He’s seen the light, hopefully just in time
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June 23, 2017 at 3:42 pm
I hope so. Thank you for reading, Michael.
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June 23, 2017 at 8:15 pm
I agree with Russell, I agree with granonine. Heck, I agree with everyone. It’s about time he woke up from gray.
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June 23, 2017 at 8:42 pm
Thanks, Alicia. 😀
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June 24, 2017 at 10:57 am
Great take – hope he makes it, and finds another job!
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June 24, 2017 at 11:54 am
Thank you, Liz. I’m sure he will.
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June 25, 2017 at 9:54 pm
I loved this, Kecia! I always wonder how many let that one perfect one get away…
Not this guy!
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June 26, 2017 at 7:01 am
He was smarter than he looked, I guess. 😀 Thanks for writing, Dale.
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June 27, 2017 at 6:59 am
At his age, I can see why he felt he was missing out. He was losing joy in life. Good writing, Kecia. 🙂 — Suzanne
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June 27, 2017 at 7:31 am
Thank you. 🙂
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