It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly challenge to flash ficiton writers. The idea: in 100-words, tell a story inspired by the picture.
The Weeping of Fire Hydrants (100 words)
Like the boy — awed, awkward, immobilized by the unexpectedness of sudden beauty — the fire hydrant watched the girl. The WALK sign was lit, but the boy made no move. Neither did the fire hydrant, but for different reasons.
The girl’s short skirt — her cheerleader skirt, prom skirt, Ice Capades skirt, Nutcracker skirt — flared about her bare thighs as she leaped from the curb. The boy watched, his mouth agape, his arms slack at his side.
The girl spun in the sunlight like a dewdrop sparking upon a web.
The fire hydrant wanted to dance. But, at best, it could only weep.