Time for my lastest entry in this week’s version of the Friday Fictioneers. A weekly micro-fiction photo-prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields to challenge writers to encapsulate a story in 100(ish) words. So here’s my entry, entitled simply, “Oops.”
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, gesturing at the colorful bar around them.
“Kitschy,” he replied, with barely a glance up from his Caesar romaine salad.
“Excuse…me? ‘Kitschy?’ What do you mean?”
He shrugged, shoveling in another mouthful of oversized greenery and garlic croutons. “Kitsch. Tawdry. Garish. Unredeemably flamboyant and without taste. Cluttered. You name it. Kitschy.”
She sat in stunned silence. Her eyes glistened with angry, unshed tears. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, he finally noticed the envelope on the table between them. “What’s that?”
“It’s the deed to this bar. I LOVED IT, and so I bought it as an anniversary present.”