AnElephantCant write about New York
That is one place he has never been
But a boy meets a girl
Somewhere in the world
And AnElephant just sets the scene
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Hosted by the romantic Rochelle, this is a gathering of writers from around the globe, a melange of cultures, ages, genders and ideas.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.
Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
Arrival
It is more than six months since they last saw each other, a holiday romance that neither expected to last.
And yet they kept in touch all this time.
She saw her youngest through school, worked long hours, saved every penny she could.
He left Scotland, moved to the south of France, is happy in the sunshine.
He is wondering why he agreed to her visit, but she seemed so keen.
He sees her emerge through the Arrivals gate, dragging her suitcase.
His heart leaps.
She is stunning!
She sees him smiling and waving and thinks ‘Why am I here?’
Sound Bite Fiction 
The rise and the fall. Speaking as one whose initial impressions of people are almost always wrong, I’d say there’s hope yet!
LikeLike
Time will tell!
Thanks for visiting.
LikeLike
I’ve felt that initial doubt myself before. Hopefully he will charm her as he has done before; else why would she have come?
LikeLike
You have felt doubt, Dawn?
AnElephant is astonished!
LikeLike
Lol..too charming!
LikeLike
Dear AEC,
A humorous and all too true take on the thinking of star-crossed lovers the world over.
Aloha,
Doug
LikeLike
Just AnElephant’s view of life, Doug, and he is no expert!
Glad you enjoyed.
LikeLike
He knows; she doesn’t – great tension and a place to go.
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/09/12/friday-fictioneers-sailing-away-horror-pg13/
LikeLike
Thanks, Scott, dangerous to assume anything.
LikeLike
Someone is up for a disapointment
LikeLike
Ain’t that the truth!
LikeLike
Oh I really like the way you delivered the ending to us. All is not as one was expecting . . .
LikeLike
Well, AnElephant does enjoy a twist in his tale’s tail!
He is very happy you liked it.
LikeLike
Pingback: Friday Fictioneers: The Last Mile | The Blurred Line
long distance relationships have their own form of complexity / nicely done
LikeLike
Don’t they just!
Thanks, glad you enjoyed.
LikeLike
Oh dear… This doesn’t sound wonderful… Hmmm. Very cleverly written, though!
LikeLike
Thank you, Freya, for commenting on the writing!
Glad you enjoyed.
LikeLike
Oh so sad. There doesn’t seem to be much romance between them. People change as years pass, I suppose. But perhaps they’ll move on after this awkward meeting.
LikeLike
People change, life happens.
Thanks for your visit.
LikeLike
Oh no!!!! Maybe she was saying….why am I here and not rushing over there to him? (I’m an optimist). Then again…if they are in France, love will blossom. 🙂
LikeLike
Another sweetheart! (see Jules below).
AnElephant is in France, so if Anja wants to pop over …….
Thank you for visiting
LikeLike
Popping over would mean hopping on plane, crossing ocean…more like a big leap over. ha When I am back in Germany I can pop over!
LikeLike
AnElephant is holding his breath!
Hugs
LikeLike
I prefer a breathing AnElephant! You do know half of my family lives throughout Germany, Spain and a couple in France….ahhh suppose you know now. Big hugs!!
LikeLike
Dear Elephant,
You packed a lot of back story and caused quite a bit of speculation in just 100 words. Have you ever seen the movie or play “Same Time Next Year”? This put me in mind of it. Nice one. I’m personally hoping for a positive outcome in this relationship. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLike
Thanks for your kind words, Rochelle, AnElephant tries to communicate as much as possible within your challenging limit.
He enjoys it so much that he almost always does exactly 100 words.
Except when he doesn’t!
LikeLike
Waiting has made them doubtful. How positively true.
LikeLike
Distance makes ….
Out of sight ….
Take your pick, Joe.
Thanks for visiting.
LikeLike
So many possibilities, both good and bad. Great job 🙂
LikeLike
Ah yes, who’s to know what will happen next?
Happy you enjoyed it.
LikeLike
These two are a bundle of nerves and emotions. I hope they are able to get things sorted out.
LikeLike
Life is like that sometimes.
Thanks for your comment.
LikeLike
AnElephant certainly did a marvelous job with setting the scene 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks, kz, glad you enjoyed.
LikeLike
“Why am I here” – could be followed by “Why haven’t I come sooner…” or “Will he come to me, too?” or “Pinch me because I am not sure I am really here in this fairy tale.”
Just looking at the half glass full side.
I though, can write about New York …
http://juleslongerstrandsofgems.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/two-parts-prose-and-a-renga/
Though it wasn’t for the prompt.
Little ones arriving soon… Thanks for the hugs. And here’s hoping for happy hearts everyday.
LikeLike
So sweet, Jules, trying to be positive as always!
Have fun with the bairns, happy, happy, happy.
LikeLike
What sheer disappointment must be due to go through him.
Unless it is nerves making her think that, and as she is about to make a momentous decision … she is scared
LikeLike
Who knows, Al, perhaps we never will!
LikeLike
How sad when each person has a different reaction to a long-anticipated meeting. Your story could as easily be called “Departure”, as it seems that’s what’s happening.
janet
LikeLike
It could just as easily be called Arthur, but that isn’t his name!
Thanks for dropping by, always a pleasure to see you here.
LikeLike
Oh dear!
LikeLike
Oh well!
LikeLike
For an old/elderly/aging/maturing man sir elephant you have the most agile of minds mate. My mind is still trying to swim out to the boat. Apart from that a man in love is wonderful to read about. Excellent piece good sir. Entertaining as always and an small insight into your world?
LikeLike
AnElephantCant be old by Elephant standards!
No insight, ma man, just a story!
LikeLike
I know that sweaty-handed anticipation of waiting to meet someone after so long. Hopefully she’ll come around to him soon.
LikeLike
Who knows, David, the ladies can be fickle!
LikeLike