That went incredibly fast. I'm not organised, which seems to be my perpetual state at the moment.
My offering is a brief 30 words:
He was a man of few words, even less demonstration of affection. However, every morning he'd present her with a carefully made coffee. That gesture spoke volumes. Sometimes that's enough.
Newcomers, add your story in the comments and link your blog if you have one.
Stories must be 100 words exactly or less than 30 words.
Until next month!!
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Ooh that's a lovely start to a story. I want more!! :)
ReplyDeleteOh I was just thinking "I will write something about coffee!!" maybe its because I'm clinging to one as I type this...will be back later with my contribution xx
ReplyDeleteOn coffee, is Convo over Coffee this week, and what's the theme?
DeleteSounds like a great love story. All good things start with coffee :).
ReplyDeleteI must have coffee on the brain lately. Love this. My husband makes me coffee perfectly despite not drinking it himself!
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely - that's the modern day 'As you wish'...
DeleteThey waited for the train. His arms loosely encircled her, and they kissed. She knew that he kissed other girls, on other platforms. Each time might be goodbye.
ReplyDeleteMy blog is at http://www.sandhasnohome.com
I love your vignette.
Dani x
Started off lovely...now I'm not so sure...;) Intriguing. Thanks for joining in!
DeleteHe awoke with a choking gasp. His mother called help, which came fast. To the hospital they ran, in an ambulance van. Now they sit on the couch to recover.
ReplyDeleteThis is the story of my last 12 hours - 3yo with croup:( #TeamIBOT
Oh no! I hope he's okay in real life! (like the rhyme, btw)
DeleteOoh I love this beginning. So many directions to take.
ReplyDeleteGreat start! I'm afraid I'm just not creative enough to join, but love the idea!
ReplyDelete100 words in a sleep deprived state..
ReplyDeleteThe hot sun beat down on the Cortina as they approached Albury. A long drive on black vinyl seats but this was the Christmas ritual, Sydney to Melbourne to see mums family.
Looking out his window, Garry saw the neon sign - Colour TV. “Is that our motel dad?” he asked. “It sure is gang” said dad. 1976 had been a good year for Garry’s dad, a salesman for Fowlers Vacola, so it was a motel instead of an on-site van.
“Turn it on dad!” screamed Garry excitedly, the tube warmed up and there it was, Sesame Street in colour.
Did you enter this in the Stayz holiday throwback memory post comp? I loved the luxury of a motel as a kid- the little boxes for room service. And getting dressed to walk across the carpark for a fancy dinner in the restaurant.....
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ReplyDeleteHere's mine:
I am belting my way through Katy Perry's Roar and Tabitha decides to join me. She wanted that promotion. I know she hates me. I belt louder: You're gonna hear me ROAAAAAAR!!! I eyeball Tabitha. I'm your BOSS, I think, you can't intimidate me! But I'm being upstaged. I sound like every other drunk singing karaoke, while Tabitha IS Ms. Perry.
The song ends and a beaming Tabitha faces the crowd of cheering and clapping colleagues. She bows lavishly then whispers to me "Next time try some Shania Twain, you're more in her range." before flouncing off the stage. MORTIFYING.
Kind of silly, but it's just a bit of fun.
I love yours. Simple, but very true xo
Rule #1 is don't belittle your own work here! I will pull you up for it everytime, so stop it.
DeleteIt's hilarious and that twisted truth that only a real work place creates!
You're right. Coffee is always enough. Will there be a sequel? I'd love to know more!
ReplyDeletePerfect morning tea reading!
ReplyDeleteOh, I really like this one! Keep going!
ReplyDeleteYep, coffee is always enough, Lydia!
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ReplyDeleteYou had me at coffee, such a great story starter. Zoe xx
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Oh my gosh, I love this man already.
ReplyDeleteMy evening brain is filled with white noise so nothing of sense is coming out.
I missed this last week. Joining in today.
ReplyDeleteThe way the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, Sophie could almost believe that today would be a good day. Almost, because all the best days started with sun through the curtains. Not quite because Tony had sent that text last night, just as she was falling asleep. Just as she was sure things were secure. Four little words, but not the four she had wanted.
'He'll ask you soon,' her mother had said. 'He's waiting for the right moment.'
But Sophie wasn't sure. While all good days started with sun, not one ever started with 'We need to talk.'
Oh! That's lovely in that sad broken hearted way!! It's great. (I just read it twice straight away).
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