It’s where I thought we’d sit at night, to hear the crickets till they were silenced by the chill of fall. We’d sit together fireside, while your fingertip traced lazy circles in my palm.
I’m not an outdoorsy girl, but the fire sounded nice, while seated on a bench fashioned from a felled oak in the backyard. All that’s left of us now are the stump and a few fleeting memories of the plans we had.
With my coat buttoned against the cold, I head out to meet the handyman that will finish the work that your leaving left behind.
Genre: Romance, I think
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. The stories don’t come too often for me, but when they do they come quickly and I just have to grab them! Please feel free to critique my work as I’m always open to suggestions for writing better stories.
A great metaphor for the end of a relationship
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A tragic romance, well written.
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Well said and somewhat spot on here if you ask me
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In a few short sentences there is a world of feelings ❤ 😀
Thank you for sharing your world kind lady 😀
Thank you for reading kind sir.
My pleasure ❤
Dear Renee,
I’m smiling to see you back among us. Sounds like a sweet romance gone sour. I can only imagine what the handyman is taking care. of. Nicely done
Shalom,
Rochelle
I’m glad the photo spoke to me this week and I’m so happy to hear from you!I do believe the handyman was only there to clear the stump. The poor woman’s heart is too broken to even let another man near it.
It was clearly wonderful while it lasted.
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So sad and so well written. Memories of the plans they had must be most painful as she fights to get on with life.
Thank you so much for your kind comment. I do believe her broken heart will take some time to mend.
Very tender story Renee. I liked it a lot.
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Sometimes we have to continue to build… we need warmth even more when we are alone.
Very true words my friend. That poor woman is so very broken right now, but I believe her heart will mend.
This is an interesting maybe romantic read. I like wondering if “the handyman” is her next love or just a breakup guy or if it’s a literal handyman for a literal tree. Maybe a mix of all of that above. Fun story. I guess I didn’t read it as sad because I find myself thinking hm lumberjack with ax. 🙂
I believe that the handyman is just that, he came to clean up the mess her ex lover left behind. Thank you for reading my story and your positive comment!
Lovely to see you back Rene. You’ve lost none of your talents.
Oh Sandra, your comment does my heart good. Thank you!
I find this more wistful than sad… it is a lovely take on the prompt, Renée.
You’re very right, it is wistful. Sometimes we long more for the memories than we do for the person. Thank you.
So very true… And most welcome.
I like that story very much. You use a distinctive voice, gritty and grounded. Lovely!
Thank you so much. I like the way you described the voice of the story, gritty and grounded. That’s exactly it. Thank you!
Nice story, tinged with sadness and memories of happier times. I like that you don’t state that the nature of the ‘leaving’—I choose to believe the partner passed away, rather than upped and left. Hope that’s okay!
We all interrupt it differently don’t we? Thank you for your kind comment.