Friday Fictioneers-Chasing Dragons

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I can’t save you, Maggie lamented. Every time you stick that poison in your arm, I die a little.

‘Please stay’, Ian begged.

‘Get help, and rediscover your spark. If you do, maybe I’ll come back.’

‘Don’t go!’ he wailed above the din of the airport concourse.

She unwrapped her fingers from his, and ran to the plane that would take her home. Speechless and broken, Ian watched her go.

Strapped into her first-class seat, the flight attendant placed a glass of wine in Maggie’s shaking hand. As the plane taxied and became airborne, she let her tears flow.

100 Words/Genre: Lost Love and Romance

Thank you  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is an honor and a privilege to have Ms. Rochelle critique my work. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.

I welcome kudos and criticism. Seriously, rip it up if you want.

Friday Fictioneers-Time for Absolutes

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Bleary eyed from fatigue and two vodka tonics, Janelle strained to read the text from David, her ex.

“I miss you Love.”

Melodious guitar music hid her sharp intake of breath. The years and miles dissolved as she remembered him, holding and loving her.

Outside, the scent of exhaust overwhelmed her, along with the drone of traffic in the city that never slept. A taxi hailed, she instructed the driver to deliver her to LaGuardia. She sent David her response.

“On my way Darling.”

She’d had enough of what ifs. It was time for absolutes. Finally, it was their time.

100 words/Genre: Romance, of course

Thank you  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is an honor and a privilege to have Ms. Rochelle critique my work. Please be sure to go to her page and read their stories too. We are a rather eclectic group and the genres run the gamut.

I welcome kudos and criticism. Happy reading.

Friday Fictioneers-The Meeting

Christmas is the time to let your heart do the thinking.-Patricia Clafford

Special thanks to Rochelle for the prompt for November 30, 2012. This story makes me giddy. Not sure why, but I sure do like it. Hope that you do too. Have a good one my sweet readers and followers.

Love, Sparkly Girl

Cars pass by on the busy street. Christmas lights gleam in the waning of the day. Shoppers scurry around him. He waits to meet her. Till tonight it was texts and phantom voices over cell phones. They long for the safety of each other. The familiar. Yet they’re strangers with the passage of time. He looks down the sidewalk.  Sees her striding toward him. Her hair haloed by the lights of the season. She sees him. Her smile broadens. Anxieties disappear as they embrace. She pulls back, looks up at him and says, “it was always supposed to be you.”