The Gullible Groom
“It is customary to bring prospective grooms here to pay obeisance.” She said.
He folded his hands and bowed.
“The tree has supernatural powers.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “She turns evil grooms turn into stones.”
“Really?” He snorted.
“That stone on the far right? That’s my last suitor.”
“Ask Granny about that stone in the middle. He had his eyes on her property.”
“You’re pulling my leg.”
“When Radha’s husband demanded dowry, she brought him here.” She pointed.
“Why are you worried?” she snuggled up to him.
Another fool after her millions she snickered.
I have two submissions this to week’s Friday Fictioneer’s – sorry I couldn’t resist 🙂 The other one is here but they aren’t interlinked.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Sandra Crook for the beautiful photo. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Thanks for reading 🙂