As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre. Jean Pierre. What a fool he had been. And such an easy mark. Men were all like that. Show them a bit of skin and they fall all over themselves. Jean Pierre was different, but still easy. The damsel in distress worked well with him and his type, the cosmopolitan man of Europe. So effortlessly taken by a rube from the New World. Did he really think she would be waiting for him? Did any of them really believe in the dream she was selling? One day her looks would be gone, yes, but the fun would be in remembering.
This is a unique flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham of Monday’s Finish The Story, where we are provided with a new photo, and the first sentence of a story each week. The challenge is to finish the story in 100 to 150 additional words, not including the sentence provided. This week, the opening sentence is “As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”
This week’s challenge photo comes from Marcy Ayanian of Life In The Foothills. The opening line is hers, too.
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