For the third week in a row, I am barely keeping up! This past weekend my youngest son and our wonderful exchange student, D, both graduated from high school. Saturday was the big day and Sunday was the big party; the rest of the week was anticipation, shopping and planning, as D’s family arrived from Germany to share in the festivities. If you read my blog post last week (525,949 Minutes… How Do You Measure, Measure the Time With Your Boy), you know: it’s been a long, emotional week! Add that my eldest son graduated from college two weeks ago (in another state) and that I flew to NC today for a wedding… and it’s a wonder I can see straight, let alone write stories. So please be gentle. ; ) I will be in the mountains of NC for a few days, with spotty to zero internet. I’ll do my best to read, but I’m admittedly behind. I try to get in at least 30 a week, and I miss not reading more! Thanks to everyone who has read mine, despite my recent absence; it’s much appreciated!
It is in fact a a loving nod to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and my fellow Friday Fictioneers, that I have written something this week. I haven’t missed one since September, and despite jet lag and sleep deprivation, I wouldn’t this week either! Each week, Rochelle herds this merry group of Kool Kats, with a weekly photo prompt and a reminder to: play nice, be respectful, and do your best work. Flash fiction at its best! Write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end. This week’s photo is provided by Ted Strutz. The minute I saw it, I knew it was taken in Friday Harbor– one of my favorite places, and not far from my home. I could only write a positive story, with such a prompt. Check out the other stories and find more details on Addicted to Purple. Then, join us! I always welcome honest, kind, or constructive feedback; please leave a comment.
As the ferry pulled into Friday Harbor, Jen felt butterflies; and her breath quicken. She pulled a light sweater around her sunburned shoulders.
She’d travelled all the way from San Francisco, without letting Paul know she was coming. A plane to Seattle, a shuttle bus to Anacortes, and finally the beautiful green and white ferries of the San Juan Islands. Jen’s anticipation mounted as they sailed past Orcas and Blakely islands, around Lopez and into the emerald green cove.
She couldn’t wait to see his perfect smile, when she told him she’d changed her mind and would finally marry him.
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