First off, I am so late for this prompt that while I’ll try to read most of the entries, I can’t make guarantees. However, if you read mine, I’ll most definitely read yours and comment–promise, and thanks. 🙂
As always, I send out thanks to our Lady in Purple, Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
For you romantics, I’ve gone a bit softer this week. Woohoo!
So childish, and, at thirty, she was certainly no child, but she hid behind the privet anyway. Chill seeped through her silk gown. Her mother’s imagined admonishing words raged: “Stains! On silk?”
She bowed her face to her knees.
“Some things never change,” he said, warm brandy-eyes smiling.
“So true.” She also smiled.
“Your dress will be ruined.”
He slid down next to her. His warmth invaded, welcome.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”
“It’s been three years.”
“Exactly. Warranting the next step.”
His lips teased her temple. “Mine.”
end Sascha Darlington 3/12/2018
13 thoughts on “Mine #amwriting”
That was really sweet – I really enjoyed it
Thank you, Deb!
Pretty. Magical and pretty
I enjoyed the sparse dialogue. Sweet tale.
Somehow the ruined dress is less important now. Sweet story.
I like the soft side of you! A very relatable story. Never too old to feel young.
I love this, Sascha! A softly told love story, silk dress be damned…
Especially nice after being attacked by CE…
Love the breathless feel to the writing – t conveys their emotions perfectly. Nicely done Sascha
Loved this, Sascha. I agree with Lynn, it had a breathless excitement that was contagious and inviting, leaving me wanting more.l
I am wondering what other words she might have summoned in her mind, while impatiently waiting for him to complete the sentence.
This was so beautiful, so delicate, so ‘whole’.
Well done. They certainly seem of one mind. That is so refreshing.
I loved the touch where she hears in imagination her mother’s admonition about stains on a silk dress.
You can feel the end of waiting and longing in their words.