Mine is again of the 100 word variety, and of course, the misery or creepy variety, as I just don't seem to have the knack for the happy ones. I will try my hand at a happy one again December, but I really wasn't pleased with the one back in July, so this was one of the others that evolved from that idea of the gift of a flower...
The Gift
He had forgotten my birthday that year, so what he did next stung all the more. He'd been too busy with work, he apologised. “I understand. It doesn’t matter” I offered.
Yet all she had to do was mention a book she wanted to read and he rushed out, the very same day and got it for her, delivering it to her door on the way home. “I was in the shop and saw it. It’s no big deal.”
But it was to me. I could no longer make any more excuses. That was the day he broke my heart.
Also, for those that didn't win the Ubud writers festival story prize, but want to share their story, I'll do a special link up for that instead of Octobers FOTMF. So should you not be in Ubud, you do a link up from here. Anyone who just wants to write a story of any length can link up too. (This time a little differently, post your story on your blog and do the link up here so we know where to read it - will explain on the post next month.)
Have a great September everyone! Linking up With Some Grace
Also, for those that didn't win the Ubud writers festival story prize, but want to share their story, I'll do a special link up for that instead of Octobers FOTMF. So should you not be in Ubud, you do a link up from here. Anyone who just wants to write a story of any length can link up too. (This time a little differently, post your story on your blog and do the link up here so we know where to read it - will explain on the post next month.)
Have a great September everyone! Linking up With Some Grace
He forgot her birthday so rushed her a gift at the next opportunity. That gesture broke her heart. What has this man done in their past?
ReplyDeleteahhh, I need to work on subjects/objects - 2 different women, "I" and "She"...good feedback tho. That's the second time I've done that.
ReplyDeleteYou have a gift :)
ReplyDeleteI have the ability to waffle.
I don't know how you get me in with so little said...
You're being nice - I need to work on stronger voice and less ambiguity in the culling of words...interesting process tho, as it still seems clear in my head, but I know the original idea...(I'm the queen of waffle!)
Delete:) (incase that reads funny) Where are your holiday pics???? Some of us a HANGING on them!
DeleteI am also the queen of waffle!
DeleteKeep an eye out next week for the start of the holiday posts :)
I loved the finality of "That was the day he broke my heart"
ReplyDeleteYou've inspired me to try it this month!
I'll be in Ubud in November...What's this Writers' Festival?
There was a competition for the Ubud writers festival and I sent it to some of the bloggers that do FOMF, so I figured, as they didn't make the final 10, they may want a forum to show what they wrote. You're welcome to just post a story you've written, of any length next month.
DeleteAnd lucky you going to Ubud (but the writers festival is October)
I did have to read twice but I see you were talking about being 'the other' woman, not you but the character! x
ReplyDeleteyes, need stronger defining. Or clearer outline. Will maybe reassess this idea and see what I come up with.
DeleteThat said, I still like this one better than the one with the kid and the teacher. Which I really didn't like.
ReplyDeleteThis looks interesting. I'll give it a go. So do we post the story in the comments here and then just link up our whole blog site?
ReplyDeleteYes, short story in comments here and then link your site so people an see what else yOu do. S
DeleteSo yOu Don't tarnish your own blog with such frippery...:)
ReplyDeleteShe watched him move through the crowd. Watched him flinch at the touch. She saw the stories told on his face.
ReplyDeleteHe saw her watching. The recognition of pain shared passed between them. The world was oblivious to their moment.
He hid his face, unable to bear the pain. The stories untold hanging in the air.
She turned and let him brush past, pretending they were strangers in the night. Denying their connection, for fear of rejection.
Lost connections cut deep.
Wow!! Love it!!
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