The Strains of Love

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers for March 27 (We start on Wednesday each week, but there is still plenty of time for you to play along.). Our hostess, Rochelle, corals around 100 writers from around the globe as we respond to the weekly photo prompt with 100-word stories.

This week’s photo is provided by David Stewart, who is a regular with Friday Fictioneers and a pretty cool guy that all of you should follow if you haven’t already.

My story this week weighs in at 105 words, and I know all you fine folks will forgive me as it has been months since I went over the 100-word mark for my FF story.

Copyright David Stewart

Copyright David Stewart

The Strains of Love

Janelle and Pamela attended a municipal band performance on their third date. Janelle was a music lover. Pamela was a musician. They married at the courthouse a year later, then celebrated with loved ones in a friend’s backyard. Pamela surprised Janelle with a string quartet that played as they danced.

Married life contained harmonious times and dissonant days. The two held each other close as Pamela’s eyesight faded. They navigated times of unemployment. Janelle started her own business. On their 25th anniversary, Pamela prepared another surprise. Although Janelle could no longer hear the music, they danced together while a woodwind quintet played from the gazebo.

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Meant to Be

So I’m tragically late in posting my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for Friday, November 28. Chalk it up to Thanksgiving travels and such. Anyway, here it is. It’s a little late for anyone to play along, but you can read the other 100-word stories here.

The photo prompt comes to us courtesy of Randy Mazie.

Copyright Randy Mazie

Copyright Randy Mazie

Meant to Be

At dinner parties, Gordon regaled guests with the story of the day he met his wife—how he had gotten lost on the college campus and wandered into the library where Hillary worked. Throughout the conversation, she always remained silent—blushing, eyes downcast. The smile faintly etched on her lips told him she was pleased.

Gordon knew they were an unlikely match. Hillary frequently reminded him that their marriage was doomed from the beginning. He laughed and told her he enjoyed living on the edge. On their 50th wedding anniversary, she finally conceded, “Some things are just meant to be.”