First Love – Carrot Ranch

Artwork by Phil Burns

The Carrot Ranch Challenge:
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story inspired by “Home Town”.

Click here to hear the author read his words:

First Love

Grey. Dreich. Depressing.
Twenty years since I’ve been here, and I know why I left.
But it’s my home town, where I fell in love for the first time.
I wander down High Street, and my heart leaps.
She is coming out of a café with a good-looking guy, arms linked.
Her smile tells me that, even at this distance, she recognises me.
I cross over, say hello.
How’s your mum, I ask.
They look at each other.
Not long now, he says, and she nods.
This place’s still a dump, she says, taking my hand. Let’s go home.

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13 Responses to First Love – Carrot Ranch

  1. Pingback: My Hometown « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

  2. A delightful story that leaves me wanting more! Wow! There’s an old saying that you can never go home… sounds like that is false for this guy! Bravo! 😀

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  3. jenne49 says:

    Wonderful misdirection!
    And a whole back story suggested from 99 words.
    You’re a master of the craft!

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  4. I’m in the same boat as xcomart. Is the good looking guy her brother? Is she polyamorous? Is this a dream of your narrator’s? A memory? Hometowns are never the same as we remember, as it is with the nature of existence. People are ever changing. I don’t miss my hometown either, though it’s sometimes necessary to get this closure, to make sure we feel what we feel. Sometimes returning is the only way. Thought provoking piece C.E.

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  5. xcomart says:

    that last sentence had really got me thinking, I’m not sure I get it

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