Today is only Wednesday, but what the heck.  I have my story of 100 words ready for Friday Fictioneers.  I might as well put it up for you to see.  We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the lady who is addicted to purple.  Won’t you come in, sit awhile and read our stories.  Better yet, join us. 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

A hundred bottles on the wall. 

A hundred bottles on the wall.

The refrain played over and over in her head.  She saw a hundred green eyes winking at her, mocking her.

The dancers danced their dance on stage.  The audience clapped and cheered in the celebration of the moment, in the  appreciation of skillful maneuvers and flamboyant robes. 

She sat silent, watching, not feeling.  Not knowing how to feel. She will feel tomorrow.

Meanwhile, the music played, hips swayed and feet moved.  Flashbulbs went off.  Toasts were made.

She sat, silent and unobserved or so she thought.  Tomorrow, tomorrow…..