THE GRASS IS GREENER
As Bob stood waiting for his fiancée and her parents to arrive for dinner, he thought of his old friend Paul. He missed his childhood buddy, but he was glad he hadn’t gone with him to Chicago.
Ugh, Chi-town, cold, windy and bleak. Route 66, indeed. New York City was the center of the universe. He’d done well enough in advertising to afford this fine apartment in a prestigious building on Central Park. Too bad he couldn’t get one with a view of the Park.
He had added mums to his end of ‘the courtyard’, but somebody kept stealing them.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple website and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.