This is flash fiction on a Friday – otherwise known as Friday Fictioneers! Rochelle wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt and writers from around the world offer a 100-word piece of flash fiction for the enjoyment of their readers and for the learning that results from putting their work out there and the occasional constructive criticism. Rules can be found at Rochelle’s blog. This week’s picture is courtesy of David Stewart, please respect his copyright. To visit this week’s other stories, click on the blue link-monster below my story. I don’t know what my genre would be this week, anyone with any suggestions please enlighten me 🙂
Tony ‘Stretch’ Johnson loathed being tall. It was excruciatingly embarrassing being a head taller than all his friends – but at least they’d caught up a little in the last year or two.
Those friends were posing on the dance floor, while he slouched against the bar trying to be inconspicuous. As he turned to the barman, Tony was mesmerised by a sight that made him draw himself to his full height for once.
She must have stood six feet three in her stockinged feet – never mind the stilettos that gave her walk the gut-wrenching sashay. ‘Stretch’ had met his match.