This is my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for January 23. The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt. Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create. The photo prompt this week comes from Georgia Koch in Italy. My story weighs in somewhere around 100 words (maybe 98 or 99), but an exact count is difficult as my word processor insists on counting ellipses and asterisks as words (and I refuse to do a manual count).
“The water is wide. I cannot get o’er. . . .”
Jacque caught David’s gaze across the music room and rolled her eyes. He grinned between bass notes. “Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” was the Scottish song Jacque preferred. At least those lyrics made sense. “His hair is such a gorgeous shade,” she thought.
“. . . but love grows old, and waxes cold . . .” Jacque stopped, realizing she had been singing the tune aloud as she signed the divorce papers. David’s black hair had turned silver, and the lyrics to “The Water Is Wide” made a lot of sense today.
Rather than make you endure a high school choral rendition of anything Scottish, I’ve found a video of the Indigo Girls:
As to the color of my true love’s hair, check out this performance by Celtic Thunder: