Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge.
You can join in here and also read some of the other contributions to the picture prompt, this week provided by Roger Bultot.
Sitting there, every day,
Dreaming of what might have been:
Memories of that unique share,
Whisked away by a greed unseen.
Friends they were, and partners too,
Each sharing a dream of riches,
Drawings put on paper and shown
To another to iron out glitches.
All too late, the damage was done,
An idea stolen from under his nose,
Making a million, for somebody else,
This wasn’t the life he chose.
Now he recalls being cheated and duped
By someone he thought he could trust,
A brilliant idea, his brainchild no less,
Like his dreams, have all turned to dust.
100 words on the nose!!