Finish the story begins with:
“Where did they go? Those good old days?“, Sara sighed. She remembers them blazing a path through the weeds to the ruins: their playground, their castle, their love nest. Flirting as the butterflies flitted around the fallen bricks ….
Each brick invokes a memory – each memory , a brick…
” A day is a day – it’s neither Old nor young. It could be called ‘good young days’ Especially, if you are referring to a day when we were young ” , He pauses his unnecessary non sequitur.
Sara’s silence encourages him to continue, “Those days just don’t become ‘good‘ because it wasn’t ‘bad‘. It was actually quite boring at times. Loitering aimlessly in those ruins because there was nothing better to do wasn’t exactly one would call ‘good‘ “
The words of her childhood friend turned lover, turned husband, turned philosopher,turned “everything you ever say will be stamped stupid” labeller, finally sunk in. This time she did have better things to do than loiter in the ruins.
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The about 150+ word above story was in response to ‘Monday’s finish the story’ flash fiction challenge. This unique flash fiction challenge provides a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. The challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Details are available here:
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