It’s Friday and time for fiction of 100 words, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Madison Woods The photo is actually from Lura Helms
She rested her back against her old friend, feeling its coarse rough bark through her thin blouse. She was home.
Already she was missing him – his arms, his voice – his very essence.
I love you!
He looked at her.
How can you love someone in two weeks? It’s the uniform.
She cast her eyes downward, tears coursing down her cheeks. There was nothing to say. She sipped her champagne and swallowed.
The moon shone down. Perspiration beaded on his forehead. He mopped it with his white handkerchief, leaned over and kissed her.
You’ll be alright. Let’s just enjoy the night.
onethousandandtwo 
Dear Lily,
I’m guessing that part of this story is in her memory. She gave too much too soon? Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes, memories
There are many different kinds of love – perhaps this soldier needed her kind that night.
How true. There are . Thanks for reading.
Dear Hafong, She fell hard for him, it seems, and very quikcly. Great! Nan 😉
Thanks Nan
Lily
Lily, Good story. Too bad there was so little time. Sad ending in war time. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Thank you, Susan. Yes, war is sad times.