PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Something is drawing me back, I’m sure of it. When I was seventeen, I couldn’t wait to turn eighteen and jet out of here but after years of traveling and abroad, I found myself on the highway, heading back to this small coastal town that had caused me so much misery.
So what is it?
I was walking down to the docks when I heard my name. Not the name I’m now known for but the name I was born with. “Charlotte?” I turned around and saw a dark-hair man with the most beautiful blue eyes walking toward me.
Ben.
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
Good to know that you are still going strong with your regular writing!!
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I don’t write as often as I’d like to now that I have a job but I write when I can. 🙂
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I understand that. Even I was away from this space for a long time. Planning to come back! Miss those good old days!
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Me too. I’m glad to hear you’re planning to come back. 🙂
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i wonder what will happen next. 🙂
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Probably the usual – either fall in love at first sight or something completely different.
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Such a heartwarming story, I loved it.💕💕
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Thank you.
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First loves never die, really liked that.
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I like that too. 🙂
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So now we might guess why she came back…even if she doesn’t realise it herself yet. Nice little story, Yinglan
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I think a person will often go back to the place where they found their first love. Thank you. ☺
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And the heart sighs 🙂
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