Amy walked next to Ryan, heels clicking on cobblestones. Tiny sleet missiles smacked her. “Grab some coffee?”
“No”
She had done it, now. Asked too much. Needed things. “Or lunch? We could talk.”
“No.”
The steeple bells rang, signaling the end.
Ryan nodded. “Goodbye.” He turned into an alley. Gone.
Thank you for reading my 50-word micro-fiction story. Your comments are welcome!
I wrote this story when I ran a weekly micro-fiction writing contest, and I would also often contribute my own piece, just for fun. This story was my piece for the prompt, “bells.”