There was a chill in the air that evening, as Clara closed the doors to her flower shop and walked down the cobbled street, avoiding the puddles, as she made her way home
Slowing down, by one of the dimly lit lamp posts, she reminisced about a night like this many years ago. The delicate flowers, soft music and a moonlit sky. A perfect marriage proposal. Â
Shaking that thought, she rushed home. The lasagna had to be put in the oven. Her husband and children would be waiting for her.
But would things have been different had she said yes?
Word Count: 100
This is pure fiction and not based or inspired by true events.
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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Ah, the ‘what ifs’ from the past. Nicely done.
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Memories and regrets. A sad and lovely story.
Thanks Susan.
Nice twist. We all have what ifs in the past.
Absolutely!
Your twist took me by surprise; pleasantly.
No matter how happy we are, we can all think ‘What if?’ from time to time. You capture that truth very neatly in your story
Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Dear Nadia,
Wonderfully written story, full of pathos and another story between the lines.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks as always Rochelle! Both for hosting this challenge and your comments. Much appreciated.
Beautifully written story. Love the spontaneity and naturalness in the thoughts and words here.
She will never know. Delightful.
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Life’s full of what ifs and your story captured just one of those, and that too very beautifully. Well done, Nadia.
Of course things would have been different, but whether she would have loved that life or hated it, no one can say.
I suspect it would have been a different husband, different children, same flower shop, same lasagna 🙂
A delightful story. I can’t help but wonder why she said ‘No’ to the perfect proposal, but I like that you leave the reader wondering.
The overlong opening sentence wrong footed me until I had read a few times and mentally chunked it. Thereafter, a lovely story. And yes. I am a firm believer in the Yes.
Different it would be… but better, who could know…