Queen Christa Corona had slept badly. Cold air had seeped under the blankets and not even first dog Cassandra had provided warmth enough for good dreams; even morning snow seemed tired.
The Queen adjusted her robes as she rose to face her duties again. She packed her mattress and blankets to fill the royal shopping cart she had nicked from the co-op.
With first dog in trail, she traversed her kingdom between Fourth Street and Main.
She stopped outside Marco’s as the waiter secretly slipped her some coffee and pastry.
Queen Christa sighed, today would be a day of decisions.
The picture left me thinking a lot, and as I sometimes do I thought less of what I saw in the picture and more imagining this being seen by someone. It became less a complete story and more an open ended scene, and a character description.
Rochelle who always have a story to tell us, select the picture and let us all imagine a story behind the picture. Only restriction is 100 word or less. I always try to do it in exactly 100 words.
May 1, 2019