My first 100 word story for Friday Fictioneer
You think I am mad because I see the old lady and you don’t. There on her balcony. Listen, her rocking chair’s creaking and her knitting needles clicking. Stop laughing at me.
You think I’m crazy because I see the young girl and you don’t. There, standing in front of the house. She is shouting. Listen, you can hear her. Don’t pull that face.
Hi, I’m John. My fiance’s disappeared. We live over there. Her name is Mary.
I’m John too. I can’t find my wife. She sits here knitting. She's called Mary too.
Have we met before?
Word count 100