With afternoon-warmth of cobblestones penetrating my soles I searched through the alleys of Mykonos.
“A blue door with a lemon tree inside”, She’d said, that night of past still vivid in my mind. The promises, the way we touched, her eyes and hair.
I knocked; a familiar rush of footsteps; echoes from the past.
She flushed, then grinned:
behind her, a muscular man, smiling:
“Hello, I’m Christos, come in, a friend of Kate’s is always mine”.
We spent the evening in togetherness: I’ve forgotten words, but I recall how much the moon reflected in her eyes resembled tears.
This is actually the very first story I ever wrote for Friday Fictioneers, I have taken the exact same narrative and transformed it from metered verse to fiction. Here is my original entry.
Friday Fictioneers is currently doing reruns, which I take an opportunity to rewrite some old stories. Rochelle manages to keep this going despite working on releasing her third book. I’m currently reading her second, and I hope you do the same.
July 6, 2016