“I tell you, Johnsonn told me he was in love.”
“Don’t believe it. He’s never even spoken to a girl. He’s in that cycling group that wear their tight lycras and walk around with their bums sticking out. They’re all blokes and when he’s not doing that he just listens to music. Alone. I just don’t believe it.”
“We’ll soon know. He told us he’d introduce us tonight.” Marnie and Jack walked arm in arm to the soccer field where Johnsonn had said he’d meet them with Betsy. It was pitch black until they heard Johnsonn’s cry, “Meet Betsy.”
In response to Rochelle’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers with a photo courtesy of Ted Strutz. Thank you both.