Reblogging this for valentine’s because it’s just so damned romantic!
“Does my bum look big in this?” she asked after a while.
“Yes” he nodded, “just how I like it” he said with a smile.
“But I don’t. Don’t you know? I think it looks fat”
A grin crossed his face “hush! If anything it’s PHAT.
With a PH I mean, not an F, if you see, I told you before
you look gorgeous to me.”
It had long been a dream of Ted’s to barrel roll over the edge of Niagara Falls.
He’d never been much of a daredevil per se, yet this act of rebellion had excited him ever since he’d caught a TV Movie of the Week in 1974; The Great Niagara.
It had been done before though, and this was a problem. Ted wasn’t keen on leaving behind a legacy as “the clichéd old fool”.
It was a cold Sunday morning in February when Ted stumbled upon his single greatest idea. Or, to be more precise, Ted tripped over his kitchen chair.
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Ever since she’d been little she’d harboured romantic notions of curling up by the fire with a steaming hot chocolate and a good book, every now and then turning to read aloud the bits that made her smile to the one she loved.
But it had been a long winter. There was no fire. No chocolate (hot or otherwise). The books had been read, sold & turned into sustenance.
Her wrinkled fingers shakily pulled the itchy blanket close to her chin. The ball of fur on her lap twitched an ear.
She closed her eyes as the bitterness kissed her lips.
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I’d only popped in for a quick coffee. She’d said not to bother, but what with everything I thought she’d be happy to see me. I’d even bought a few bits. A cute little sleep-suit, some nappies, that sort of thing.
Anyway we got chatting, well I did (she seemed exhausted) and we started reminiscing about the engagement party several months back. I’d asked if she remembered Marcus. She went really quiet. So I reminded her of the dancing, the drinks and the unexplained 12 minute toilet break.
How was I supposed to know, Dave, her husband, was in the kitchen?
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“You can’t see them anymore because over the years they’ve mostly eroded away – like that one with the nose. There were lots more of them when I was a kid.”
“David!” The way she said his name was as short and sharp as the elbow that followed.
David ignored her. The kids, it seemed, were lapping it up; their wide eyes demanding more of dad’s facts.
“I know what you’re going to say,” He continued, “we thought the Pyramids were yellow? Well kids, let me tell you about global warming.”
For the fifth time that morning, she rolled her eyes.
Back once again with another 100 word picture prompt story for Friday Fictioneers. Check out the link for loads more from wordsmiths around the globe. Have fun, and if you liked it please let me know!
