The Bus Incident
I chopped off the top of my soft boiled egg with a Samurai-like gesture and ended with a flourish.
Sally looked up from her toast and rolled her eyes playfully as I scooped up some yolk.
“You’re going to drop …”
“No, I,m no…”
A large blob of bright yellow yolk slided onto my new white shirt.
“Shit!” I jumped up and grabbed a cloth.
“Clumsy as usual.”
“Just unlucky that’s all.”
“A disaster continually waiting to happen.” Sally grinned.
The cloth spread the yolk over an ever expanding area.
I looked up at our photo of a London Double Decker Bus.
“Being maladroit brought us together though.” I pointed to the photo.
Sally smiled as we remembered the Bus Incident. I was holding onto the bar on the open platform when it swerved round a bend and I lost my grip and was unceremoniously ejected.
Sally was on the corner. I narrowly missed her in my fall but she stayed to attend to my injuries and we’ve been together ever since.
I reached over for a kiss but she pointed at my messy pullover.
I sighed with mock frustration and went upstairs to change.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a story in about 200 words inspired by a provided photo. This weeks photo is © A Mixed Bag 2015.