A letter to my love – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

A letter to my love

My coffee went cold, as you revealed the plans you’d been making, and a chill crept into my heart.  You spoke about work and your ambitions, other countries and a different lifestyle.  It all sounded glamorous and exciting but there was something missing.

 At last, you mentioned me.  I wonder, was it relief or dismay that you felt when you heard my reply?

 I looked down from the café and watched you heading for the exit.  I half-expected one of your cheery waves; for you to turn and blow me a kiss.  But you didn’t look back.

 Neither will I.




30 thoughts on “A letter to my love – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Oh, that’s good; that’s very good! What wonderful ambiguity. The sentence “I wonder, was it relief or dismay that you felt when you heard my reply?” is just marvellous, because we, the readers, don’t know what the question was, what her answer was, or – much the most important doubt – whether or not she gave him a truthful answer. The inference from the whole of the rest of the piece is that her answer wasn’t truthful, but we don’t know for certain because you don’t tell us. Brilliant, brilliant writing.
    I’ve read most FF posts for about a year now. I think this may be just about the best of all.

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    1. This is a wonderful response from you and I very much appreciate it. You have really become involved with each of the characters, their motives and their emotions and it has had an impact on you that you have described in full detail. Thank you so much.

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  2. I think I know what they were talking about. The narrator is just expected to come along and give in to all the plans and ambitions, being asked almost as an afterthought. Been there, done that. The emotion of sad relief comes through loud and clear.

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