“Girl! You’ve got some serious screws lose.”
“He was such a fine specimen.”
“You know you’re making a mistake right.”
“She sure is! What were you thinking, saying no to him.”
Layla stared blankly, hoping her evident disinterest in their monologues would get them to stop talking; it wasn’t working.
“Are you even listening to what we’re saying”,
“We’re trying to help you out here, you know”.
Layla gave a loud sigh, then turned to face them,
“Why“, she said.
They stared at her, lack of understanding, evident on their faces.
“Did it occur to you, to ask me why I said no to him?”
Silence filled the room. She got up and smiled wearily,
“That’s what I thought.”
Layla pointed through the window at the narrow steep pathway, guarded by green shrubs on all sides, which led to up to the hill.
“That’s where I’ll be when you’re all done,” she added before heading out. Their murmurs of “you’re not getting any younger you know,” following her out the door.
Word count: 171 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writer’s photo prompt challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy, where each week we are provided a picture and are to write a 75-175 word story inspired by it. Thank you very much for this week’s photo @JS Brand.