microfiction#43
Susan,at http://www.stonyriver.ie/
hosts a weekly writing promptusing the below photo
write using only 140 character or less
While packing books,a saved postcard fell out.
My husband,Joe,picked it up and read it:
Marry me Peg!
This,he still hasn't unpacked.
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-137- characters of fiction
What a nice post (and postcard!). Have a great week!
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Eeek. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteAwk-ward! ROFL What an intriguing story behind such a moment - I loved it.
ReplyDeleteFun!!
ReplyDeleteHe prolly didn't have a Postcard stamp!!
ReplyDeleteVery intriguing. I want to know more, like who was Peg?!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this one, Suz.
Nice one.
ReplyDeleteOoh, interesting! I think we may have been on the same wavelength this week!
ReplyDeleteI'm assuming that the speaker isn't Peg? Unless she IS Peg but the postcard wasn't from him?
ReplyDeleteTell us more!
So Joe picks it up and reads. My money is on that the wife has some fast talking to do! Gone for SF adventure today. My 140 is here
ReplyDeleteExcellent one.. I have a special love for this particular theme of yours due to personal reasons.It actually hurt me.. But Thank you for this one,,,
ReplyDeleteSince the postcard is very old, hoping the sentiment is too. And, he didn't send it, right?
ReplyDeleteThis makes me want to know more. :)
ReplyDeleteAw, very sweet.
ReplyDeletethe narrator is Peg
ReplyDeleteIt raises so many possibilities and so many interpretations. Very clever.
ReplyDeleteI does seem we were thinking of the same beginning. I guess it happens so often, you open a book, and an old slip of paper drops out. And sometimes it is a post card. That was fun.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet...how poignant.
ReplyDeleteOoh, I, like Ellie, want to know who was Peg!! Gimme more, Suz.
ReplyDeleteu r Peg...
ReplyDeletesmart write.
I'm glad she said yes.
ReplyDeleteoh mama she didn't
ReplyDeleteThe things that are hidden from Long Ago suddenly re~appear at hopefully not a bad memory.
ReplyDeleteThat's one of those moments that can cause the wrong kind of fireworks! Happy to meet you through Microfiction Monday.
ReplyDeleteHi September mom..oh yep.fireworks....But not this Joe...he gunnysacks
ReplyDeleteglad to meet you
Very nice! Poor Joe needs to just let it go.
ReplyDeleteSuz...Suz?....SUZ!
ReplyDeleteAre you in there?
Guess what?
Tonight, I was in the backyard sitting on the swing just minding my own business.
I know, it was unusual.
But guess what?
I FELT A HINT OF FALL IN THE AIR!
P.S. great writing:)
Awwww...you have given a wonderful life and story to that postcard!
ReplyDeleteGreat piece, Suz, I might join that writing prompt, I need a good push to get going.
ReplyDeleteWhat happens in NY, stays in NY!!
ReplyDeleteI love Lyn's comment ... ditto!
ReplyDeleteOh Lyn & Helen...we could be buds!
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