Three line tales: Lemons

This is Sonya’s photo prompt for this week’s Three Line Tales challenge.

The gorgeous photo is ©Erol Ahmed


She hung back, letting the group wander ahead behind the guide, gazing at the tempting displays of the market stalls. “Just one?” She held up a lemon, smelling of sunshine, a tuft of bright, hard leaves still clinging.

He turned, impatiently, one eye on the guide, not wanting to get left behind in the swirling foreign crowd and sighed heavily in exasperation. “What for? They have a ton of those in the bar.”

It was her turn to sigh, as she thought of lemon groves, blue sea and quiet.