As I post my latest Friday Fictioneer’s story it’s Friday Eve. That’s Thursday in some parts of the world. For other stories from our growing global community click here. You’ll find a wealth of one hundred word stories inspired by this single photograph from Jan Morrill.
Summer 1969, an American sailor stationed in Greece, I went on leave to Santorini.
In Pyrgos, I met sable-eyed Melina.
We drank each other. Her fragrant breasts welcomed me home.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
After that I never saw her again.
Summer 2010, I returned to Pyrgos.
On the street I stopped a silver-haired woman. “Melina Dimitri? Do you know her?”
“I love her.”
“Impossible! She was my great-grandmother. Died in childbirth in 1846. Here she is with my great-grandfather.”
When the woman flipped out a daguerreotype I gasped at the youthful images of Melina and…me.