The High-rise!

Photo prompt – Marie Gail Stratfordย 

He watched the building with narrowed eyes. He knew that the moment of truth had finally arrived. He didn’t want to do it but had no choice. Your opinion didn’t count. They inched closer to the highrise. He placed his hand in the back pocket and found what he was looking for safely hidden. He watched the innocent strangers on the street who had no idea what was about to transpire. They reached the entrance and his girlfriend entered bloomingdale’s. His worst nightmare just became a reality.He withdrew his wallet from the pocket and clutched his credit card desperately……

 

Author’s Note : This post is a part ofย Friday fictioneers, ย a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other storieshere.

21 Comments

  1. That’s why I carry my own card! Great story and very truthful! I feel sorry for the forlorn husbands sitting in the chairs provided for silent husbands. Good story and entertaining!

  2. “his wallet” . . . I was thinking about a weapon. Sad how we have coming condition to that thought, especially after recent events. But your story does describe the feeling husband sometimes feel.

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