I’ve always thought that my blog posts were like buses. You wait 2 years for a post and then 3 come along at once.
It’s been rather a long hiatus since I joined in with Friday Fictioneers, but having read some of the stories this week, I’d been looking forward to joining in again. I’ve been away, but now I’m back.
Thanks to David for the photographic inspiration, and to Rochelle as ever for hosting. Click here to read this week’s stories. Read on to see my effort.
Fred Waits By The Fountain
8pm, he’d proposed. Early enough for the warmth of the early summer’s day to still be lingering, and late enough for the skies to be kissed by night.
Fred had been there since 6pm of course.
He’d so enjoyed their first date, and had eagerly anticipated this opportunity for months. Sure, renting a town square had been pricy, and installing a large mechanical flower in the centre of the fountain had been logistically challenging to say the least, but she was definitely worth it.
Dusk became night.
Her train was probably late, he mused, and people often forget their phones.
Eyes not what they once were, or just curious to hear me read it? Take a listen here.
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We know. He doesn’t. Sad
I think he knows really, he’s just kidding himself, poor guy. Nice reading.
I hope she did really did just forget her phone… It happens…
Dear Peter,
I love what you did with the video. I fear she’s not showing up, but am hoping for a better outcome. Well done. Welcome back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
Welcome back 🙂
I think she’ll be there either tonight or another day.
Fred shouldn’t give up after all what he has done so far.
I hope he has proposed to her.
Else, tomorrow is another day.
Sweet are the fruits of patience!
Thanks! And thanks for reading.
I think she made a good choice, Fred sounds like a freakball.
Nothing like the pain of unrequited love. Let’s hope she doesn’t get there late and end p with the toad in one of the earlier stories. Perhaps, she’ll kiss the toad and end up with a prince.
Best wishes,
Rowena
Aw. Poor Fred.
Good to have you joining us again 🙂
Thanks. It feels good to be back!
Poor Fred. He’s clearly not too good at reading people, is he?
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Perhaps she got the wrong day, or thought he meant 8am, or she went to a different fountain, or … whatever!
I laughed at your story, and then felt guilty…
Poor Fred!
He’s a hopeless romantic, and hopeless romantics get hurt. Sorry he had to learn she wasn’t worth it. Nice to hear you read your story.
Great story! He certainly spared no expense…
If only Fred knew she was allergic to large mechanical flowers…
Lovely to hear you read about dumb Fred…
Sometimes people get the date wrong. Maybe she’ll be there tomorrow. And he won’t. You did heighten the intrigue.
He went all out, so sad to think she didn’t show up. Nicely written!
Fred is up for a bid disappointment
Poor Fred. Did he really plan to propose after the first date or did I misread? 😉
Secrets, secrets! 🙂
😀
A little build-up and then his rationalizing — so human. Good job.
Thanks so much.
I heard warning bells in my head when he said he’d rented the plaza. That’s risky stuff. 🙂 Nice story though. Hopefully it’s just a late train.