Ah, Friday Fictioneers. The one event I do manage to write for. Thank goodness for Rochelle for making this happen and giving me some stability. 🙂
I’m so frustrated I could scream.
My parents just showed up. Have dinner ready?
A text. No call. I found it, three hours after he sent it because I’m disassembling the house so I can organize. Irony much?
Now his parents are going to think we live in a pig sty. I throw things thoughtlessly into the closet. I’ve got to vacuum and dust. Maybe I can get away without dusting.
I’m cursing his name, the day we met. Then the picture with broken frame tumbles to the carpet. Us. Hugging. I feel that smile like it was yesterday.
5 thoughts on “Love #amwriting”
The things we do for love 🙂
Wonderful moment captured beautifully, Sascha.
Thank you, Moon.
Lovely story. Good writing, Sasha. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne. I appreciate your reading!
Funny how emotions can turn on a dime, isn’t it? Now shove all that stuff in the closet and get cooking. 😉 Good one.