I sat under the wedding feast table, and my small girl held out a slice of bacon for me. I licked her little hand to say thank you. But then I could hear the man too, he was mad. The hand disappeared.
My girl’s feet didn’t touch the floor like all the others. And they swung back and forth; I lay down underneath them, in case she needed me.
And then, the woman in pure white lost something. She held out a tiny jewelry box for me to smell, and I found a little ring that matched the scent.
After that, I had all the bacon I wanted.
This is my first attempt at Friday Fictioneers—a story in 100 words prompted by a photo that Rochelle posts on her blog every Wednesday. I’m new to WordPress, new to linking things like this, so if something goes wrong here, please be patient…I’m still learning! Thanks : )