Broken Promises

Her life was drifting away from her.  One too many times she had been led on by men promising love and only delivering lust.  She had developed a certain cynicism towards any man who showed interest in her.  They were all out for number one.

Then one day an ex wanted to rekindle what they had had.  Her hopes were high but held tightly in check.  He said he could stop by and see her and they would talk it out.  She waited and waited.  He never showed.  From that day on, she refused to ever again hope for love.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cynicism

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No One Forgets Their First Time

She hesitated and said, “I have never done this before.”

He reassured her, “It’s ok, we’ll take it slow.”

Shyly she removed her robe and moved towards him.  “Do you promise to take it slow?”

“I do.  I don’t want you to hate your first time.”

“Where do I put my hands?”

“Just wrap them around me and you will be fine.”

She did as he told her and rested her head on his shoulder.  “I think I am ready.”

“You’ll love this.  After today you will no longer be a newbie.” And they took off on the jet ski.

 

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Sweet Sixteen

Bill sat at his desk shuffling papers.  He really wasn’t focused on anything.  He had just gotten off the phone with his mother.  She told him the previous day they had been at the doctor with his little sister Diane and the reason for her current health problems turned out to be leukemia.  There would be more tests and possibly surgeries.  It was too early to know for sure what the treatment would be.  The doctor did say family members should get a bone marrow test to see if they were a match. He thought, “Jesus, she is just sixteen!”

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The Let Down

She just broke down into tears.  It was just moments after her hand slipped and dropped the vase of roses.  It wasn’t the spilled water on the floor, the broken stems or the cracked vase that got to her.  It was the fact that they had been his roses from the funeral.  She had once more done something to let him down.  She would never be the perfect child now and her heart was tired from years of trying without success.  She lost herself in tears of regret and disappointment.  She sobbed thinking he died not knowing she loved him.

 

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Their Big Brother

Tara was devastated and stunned.  Her mom was gone, and she left behind a secret.  Tara’s sister Marcy told her just before the funeral that they had a brother.  Their mom had been engaged before their dad and there was a baby involved.

All Marcy knew was the baby was born in Tennessee in the 50s.  Not much to go on but Tara fought through her shock and began to wonder about her brother.  She became resolute in her search to find him.  And hoped to one day look at him face to face and tell him about their mom.

 

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Goodbye City Life

I don’t know.  It is such a huge expense.  What if the land isn’t productive and the crops fail year after year?  How will we recoup our losses?

That is why we will have cows too in the front 3 acres.  Not many but it should be enough to keep us producing a profit.  Come on honey, you have always talked about living outside of the city.

It is a scary thought to leave everything up to the whims of Mother Nature.  But it is a lovely home on the acreage.  Let’s do it.

That’s the right attitude to have.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – productive

Looking For An Audience

She sat in front of her computer.  Typing another random blog that only a few would see. She had checked her stats when she first logged on but only saw the same 34 bloggers that were following her.  She had to do something to grow her audience, but what?  She was just a simple writer, poems and blogs about her life; she toyed with the idea of short stories but was not convinced she could do it.  Then someone mentioned a daily prompt she could write for.  She began to do so and as they say, the rest is history.

 

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