FF 3

His heart trembled like a quake while waiting behind the rusty gate. It took him weeks to muster the courage to come to this place. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck as he calm his nerves for his speech.

“Man up, John. She’s just a new neighbor, a gorgeous one at that. You just have to say ‘Hi!’”

He tried to mumble the words again which always lead to a stammering end. As the clock continued ticking, he became more restless.

On the brink of cold feet, he turned away but heard soft voice from behind, “Are you looking for someone?”

Word Count: 102

Here’s my take for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt.

Friday Fictioneers s a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using 100 words or less.

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