I noticed him walk in. He looked nervous, his eyes shifting from one corner of the room to the other. Delicately, I approached him.
“I’m looking for someone, his name is Morris Kane; I believe he’s a regular?”
I felt my eyes light up, Morris has been coming here for years – longer than I’ve been employed here. “You’re in luck – He’s actually in the lounge.”
His gaze softened and the emotion in his eyes deepened.
As we entered the lounge our presence interrupted Morris’ beautiful strumming and they locked eyes.
I looked up and saw a single tear slide down his cheek.
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers.
The goal of Friday Fictioneers is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word story that is influenced by a single photo. If you’d like to learn more and/or participate, click here.
I would like to thank Adelie who introduced me to Friday Fictioneers & her own contributions are very much worth a look.