Three of us are huddled by the campfire, nothing but our faces lit on this starless night.
Georgina’s between us and she’s laughing at Brad’s jokes. Jealously creeps up my spine.
But then a hand reaches across and holds mine. Instantly I relax. Georgina has chosen me!
‘I’m heading to bed,’ she says.
Her eyes will answer the question on my mind.
I turn to look at her and discover I’m looking deep into the eyes of Brad.
Georgina has already left.
Then whose hand…?
Brad’s own face turns from longing… to disgust.
And we never mention it again.
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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/5-september-2014/