The sun was beginning its marvelous descent over the horizon and Ted is still in disbelief. Of all the places in Jessie’s hometown, she led him to the backyard.
“Here? I read Abington is famous for its trails and coves. We could go fishing while we’re at it there!” he conferred, hoping she’d change her mind.
“Probably, tomorrow… But this, my grouchy fiancée, is my favorite place in Virginia. And those are my old friends.” She beamed while pointing to the pond. Ted couldn’t help but shiver to the sight of the waterfowls which Jessie didn’t fail to notice. “Hey… You’re not, by any chance, afraid of ducks. Are you?”
He shifted, trying to explain his defense, “No. I just don’t like those black mallards with treacherous beady eyes, acting all calm and serene, while waiting for the perfect moment to dart at you and give you its vicious bite.”
Astonished, Jessie walked towards the pond and bent over the water. Then she turned, looking snootily, before planting a kiss on his cheeks, “We definitely need to talk.”
“What was that about?” He asked.
“We made a pact, the ducks and I. Nothing you need to worry about.” She smiled.
Word Count: 200
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.
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