Broken No More

Note: I know it’s not Friday but Rochelle posts the photo prompt on Wednesday to give people a chance to come up with a story. I’m posting this today because it’s 3:30 in the morning and I haven’t had a chance to write the post I was going to publish today. And I figured it would be good to have a break in the relatively “heavy” subject about which I’ve been posting.

It started with a broken pipe; and ended with a broken marriage.

I waited for the plumber, hoping for a quick fix. It turned out that the plumber was not only very professional, he was kind, compassionate, and sensitive. I saw it in the way he interacted with the kids. There was more though; it was a feeling.  The way he spoke to me. The way he looked at me: understanding and knowing.

It was then that I realized what was lacking in my marriage; what I had settled for.

Then it was over.

A new start was in sight.

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo and invites her readers to write a complete story using exactly 100 words. No more. No less. It’s fun. It’s challenging. Give it a try!

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Happiness (Friday Fictioneers)

I was happy for her. I was also sad that she was leaving but I knew that she was headed for new things, new places, new people. A fresh start. How many times had I wished that I could get a new start, only to continue the same daily struggles? No, not her. Not my girl. I prayed she would never live a life like mine where she was my only happiness. She was headed for college; a bright future. I was sure of that. Even the heavens were smiling on her as she boarded that bus bound for Happiness!

Word Count: 100

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog hop hosted by Rochelle. She posts a photo prompt then challenges readers to write a 100 word story inspired by the prompt. It’s a fun challenge. Give it a try! Check here for the info then write your story and post it, link up and enjoy the other stories!

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Tucked Away (Friday Fictioneers)

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Some vacation!  Others go south to warm, sunny places..They go back to school with pictures and post cards; souvenirs and stories of the places they visited. Suntans. Sunburns. They might even go back to school with new romantic interests. Others have adventures on their vacation.

Me? I went north. I get to sit in a motel, watch the rain, and wait for you to come see me.  That’s what I get on my vacation: minutes with you; a view of the parking lot; rain. It’s my fault. I’m the one that settled for the stolen moments, tucked away like this.

Word count: 100

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This is in response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Each week she posts a photo prompt and challenges her readers to write a 100 word story.  It’s fun!  Give it a try!  Go here to get the rules and link your 100 word response.  

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Swinging (Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

I stood watching the tall swings going round and round.   I just watched. White knuckles.  Heart racing. Panic. I just watched.

“Employees ride for free!  Just show your ID!”  I knew it was a free ride.  I had been on every ride in the park but that one.

When I was 10, I had been in line to ride such a thing, then it broke.  Utter chaos followed.  Screaming, crying, things falling from the sky.  Sirens.  It had taken me a long time to return to a carnival, longer to get on a ride.  This one was not going to happen.

Word count: 100

This post is part of Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer blog hop.  Each week she gives a photo prompt and challenges readers to respond to the prompt in 100 words.  Give it a try.  It’s fun!  You can find Rochelle’s post here.

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Right There (Friday Fiction)

© Marie Gail Stratford

She did it right there.

For several years she had been emailing an old beau from a previous lifetime. He had found her at a moment when she was feeling alone, unwanted. The email subject from the strange address read “Is that you?”

It was. That was the start. That relationship had made her smile and feel wanted. For years.

It took a long time and a lot of excuses but she finally realized this was no relationship. So, right there, in the middle of the library, she clicked on “Delete Forever”. The entire “relationship” was gone.

Word Count: 100

Thank you to Rochelle for the photo prompt at her weekly Friday Fictioneers post. She gives a photo and challenges readers to come up with a 100 word story to match the photo.  Give it a try.  It’s fun!  

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Rage

One minute I had been filled with love going through her things, touching them, remembering, incredulous that I would never see her again. Then I found that note. Who had she written it to? When? The paper, yellowed and brittle held that familiar handwriting. There was no doubt. She had written it. She had known what he was. She knew yet did nothing. He took my innocence. She could have prevented it. She could have kept him away from me. She didn’t.

She had failed me.

She had filled me with rage. That’s all that was left in me.

Rage.

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