The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
The Note
The building is a wreck, scheduled for demolition next year.
Our apartment is tiny, but it has a balcony – not much more than a Juliette, but still.
We’re not long married, only seven months, two weeks, three days and – just a moment – four hours.
Approximately.
Still in that wonderfully romantic honeymoon period, where the heart leaps at every encounter.
Much as a Labrador does!
But we’re desperately seeking a bigger place for the new addition who’ll be arriving in about six months.
We’re broke, but life is wonderful.
I slipped out of the office early, bought her some ice cream.
She’s been stuck at home all day, and I know she gets bored, so I try to brighten her mood with an occasional wee surprise.
It means I’ll have to skip lunch tomorrow, but that’s a small price to see her happy.
As I approach the building I feel a smile grow.
She’s on the balcony, looking beautiful, engrossed in reading what looks like a sheet of paper.
Emerging onto the street is a man in a red cap, which disappoints me.
I didn’t think we had any of those cretins here.
I dance across the street, ignoring the traffic, and whistle up to her.
She looks startled, strangely unsettled, but then realises it’s me, smiles and waves.
In her confusion she lets a sudden gust of wind steal the note from her fingers.
It floats gently down towards the steps where I stand, still happy, still unaware.
I’m guessing Eviction, before they’re ready to make the move voluntarily. But hoping they weather this one.
Forget the paper! I’m still stuck on the red cap. Please don’t say it had 4 letters on it.
Okay — the paper. It’s a receipt. He’s a Labrador guy but she just bought a Chihuahua. She spent their savings on a tiny puppy for their tiny apartment because she could get it tariff-free.
Laughing.
I can’t tell you because Musk’s Muppet has put a tariff on words!
Hmm, what was on that note? Do tell… please!
Bread, milk, eggs, infidelity…
Your choice, Chris.
Funny how, from the joy and happiness you describe so delightfully, I can already feel the pain of the heartbreak I fear from the twist you leave to my imagination.
Beautifully written as always.
It could just be a grocery list containing the forbidden chocolate and gin!
But you’re probably right to anticipate heartbreak…
Ironic how the best of times to him, is also unknowingly, the worst of times for him.
I imagine the worst for the ice cream bearer.
Sad to say, your imagination is spot on!
I’m afraid to find out what is on that paper. And I get the distinct feeling you’re not going to tell me.
C’mon, Violet, you know that I am yours to command!
This can go in several directions…………..
None of them good…
exactly!