Writing. It’s that thing you do when you put consecutive words together to form a something. Yep, a something. Which I have not been doing lately.
Many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers which keeps on ticking even when I’m not. This week Rochelle has provided us with one of her beautiful water colors.
Time After Time
A past boyfriend called me a dreamer, meant it kindly, as if I were a poet or artist, but right now, staring at the condiments on the table, the sludge of ketchup against the lip of the bottle, a speck of dirt on the saltshaker, my glass with a shadow of lipstick, I know that a dreamer is a fool.
You stare off, outward, away from me. “If we were meant to be . . .”
I bite my lip, hard. I won’t cry. Not for you. Although. I love you.
Almost thirty years later, your snores keep me awake.
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Categories: fiction, Flash Fiction, FRIDAY FICTIONEERS
Lovely, Sascha. Thought-provoking.
Thank you so much, Judy! 🙂
And I love the painting, as well.
Rochelle is so talented!
Intriguing and sad, a lot said in so few words
I’m always a sucker for real life love stories. Well done, Sascha
Thank you so much, Neil! 🙂
Loved it! A joy to read. And my favoured touch of acerbity as a finale. 🙂
lol perhaps I learned that last touch from you after all this time of reading you. Thanks so much, Sandra! 🙂
I hope there was some happiness in those 30 years…
I suspect there must have been quite a bit to make it to 30. 🙂 Thanks, Iain!
So they were meant to be after all. Lovely story.
Yes, time does tell. Thank you so much! 🙂
Aww this one’s really cute and I loved the painting as well 🙂
Thank you so much, Daphny! Yes, Rochelle not only writes wonderful flash fiction but she’s an artist as well. Such talent! 🙂
Yes such a talent, had so much fun reading 😊
Aw, I like the happy ending you threw in there. I guess they were meant to be after all!
Yes. Sometimes people just don’t know but time and situations tell them. Thank you so much for reading! 🙂
Dear Sascha
How well I relate to your last line. For us it’s 50 years. 😉 Well written piece. Lovely take on the prompt.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Wow, congratulations on 50 years. That’s amazing and lovely! And thank you for commenting as well as your incredible art work! 🙂
Keep dreaming. Asleep or awake.
Thank you, Oneta! 🙂
They often start off with a dream… lucky are those who can be complaining about the snoring 30 years later 🙂
Yes. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are when others aren’t. Hugs and thanks for your comment!
My pleasure!
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So–I guess they were meant to be! Snoring and all 🙂
Yes, even despite the snoring. Thank you so much, Linda! 🙂
Such a charming little story, in a big way. Dreamer is good. Snoring, not so much. 🙂
Yeah, that snoring! lol Thank you so much, Bill! 🙂
You’re welcome, Sascha.
Lovely!
Thank you so much, Trish! 🙂
Glad they made it after all! Although it sounds as if the dream is slightly less glamorous than it started out as 😛
I think it usually is. The romantic crush is lovely but the rest can be hard work. Thank you so much! 🙂
There is clearly something that binds them together. A touching tale beautifully written.
Here’s mine!
Thank you so much, Keith. I hope you are well!
if there’s any consolation, hearing him snoring means he hasn’t left and he’s still alive. 🙂
So true. Thank you, Plaridel! 🙂
Love is a twisty biscuit with plenty of savor to it. Good story.
I love that comment! Thank you, Lisa! 🙂
You are most welcome, Sascha 🙂
How did you get falling pumpkins? I am so jealous!
When WP stopped doing the snow during December, I looked for a plug in that would do the trick and found “weather effects.” It works pretty well. I don’t always remember to see if there are fun things that I can have falling over my blog though. But here in VA, we finally have cool weather and it feels like autumn FINALLY so I’m in the spirit! 😀
Cool. I figured it was a plugin… Our leaves are in full fall-mode (Most of them, anyway. Some are resisting, others are already done.)
Glad you are feeling it 🙂
Ours are just starting to turn. In a normal year, they’d be gone by now.
This exchange of ours has made me go back into last year’s photos.. We were pretty much at the same point. Funny how I don’t remember from one year to the next!
gotta love the gruelling and the toil