Thank you for hosting the Friday Promp, Roshelle. It is such fun to participate in and read. Unfortunately I cannot get the link to work. Hopefully you’ll be able to make the connect 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
To the unobservant, he was the epitome of a humble man standing tall behind the counter taking orders. However, if you read carefully between the lines, looked deeply into his eyes, you immediately knew there was a story here.
The three very diverse women standing before him knew the cover ensconced bravery, intelligence, spirit and fire. Although he hid his light under a bushel, these three privileged women knew that story and held him in great esteem.
They came daily to enjoy his company, share his memories and honour the man he was before and the man he was now.
I can’t make the link work it just keeps circling.
Maggy couldn’t shake the reality of the situation she was in as a single tear tracked down her firm young cheek.
They told her it was about choices, but what kind of a choice was this? Either give up her friend knowing he would die or die alone. This was not a choice but an ultimatum that either way ended badly for one or all.
The only choice she’d made in all this was to support a friend in need and she already acknowledged that choice not on behalf of a noble cause, belief, or truth but owing to loyalty – her loyalty to a friend – she prayed the price paid was worth it for all.
What a blast, watching the little ones run and play through fountains of spouting water.