It’s Friday! That means Friday Fictioneers is here! Oh my yes, I am posting on a Friday instead of a Wednesday or even a Thursday. Must keep you all on your toes! That, and the fact I have a serious virus in my official computer and after a couple of days of trying, I gave up and have resorted to my old laptop. Thank goodness this one works!
So, without further ado, let us thank Mr. c.e. Ayr for his lovely photo and Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this party every week!
Click on ye olde blue froggie if you would like to add your own story to go with this photo and if you still dare not, then at least enjoy the wonderful stories linked to it!
Genre: Fiction
Word count: 100
The Barrier
It’ll never work out between us.
Why ever not?
We don’t come from the same background. We are different people and want different things.
I don’t understand how you can say that based on a couple of dates!
I just know. Your real Prince Charming is out there. I just know it isn’t me.
How can you possibly know who or what would make my “Prince Charming”? We barely know each other! You can’t judge based on the few hours we’ve spent together! Why are you putting up these barriers?
I need to protect my heart. You will break it.
There’s risk involved in every romance, Dale. I’m just happy Connie was willing to settle for Mr. Mediocre.
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Yes, there is! I gave Mick a chance and it turned out great for the time he was here!
And stop it! Connie and you? Lovely!
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I love the switch at the end. Well done. I’m glad your laptop worked and you could submit your story.
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Thanks, Alicia! I’m glad too!!
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Oh yes.
You have nailed it.
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Ahhh. Thank you, Monsieur!
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I wondered where your story had got to on Wednesday, Dale! Sorry to hear about your computer. I do hope you’ve got everything backed up. My old PC had Linux as its operating system and don’t ever believe anyone if they tell you that Linux is immune to viruses. One came with an update and wiped out everything on my computer, but some guardian angel whispered in my ear the day before it crashed, the words “Dropbox”. If it hadn’t, I’d have lost all my writing.
Recently, Mister had a virus on a computer that was dedicated to use with one of his electronic musical instruments. It was one of those viruses when every time you clicked on an advert to make it go away, several more popped up, and then he got one of those ransom messages that he had to send some money or else … Of course, he didn’t. Instead he put the recovery disk in and put it back to its factory settings to start again, and then quickly loaded an anti-virus programme on it and did some deep scans which rooted out some baddies that were still lurking there.
Anyway, your story. Very well written, as usual. What a coward, after two dates! I’m glad you were braver when it came to your great romance 🙂
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Oh dear…I had the same problem as your Mister and like him, did NOT call! But I am rather computer illiterate (a D.U., if you will) so I’m in some trouble. Found out my backup unit had been disconnected so pray for me that bro-in-law can save all my bazillion pictures…
Oh thank you! I am so happy you liked! Nothing like going into one’s personal experience to write “fiction”!
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One tip — if your brother-in-law can save your pictures, you’ll need to give each one of a new file name or, when you try to sort them, they’ll keep reproducing. That’s what happened with mine, so they were temporarily found but I got overwhelmed by them cloning themselves and dumped the lot. I only found out afterwards what I should have done. You can imagine that I let out a loud scream of frustration inside!
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Oh. Em. Gee. Thanks for the tip!
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Great job Dale, you reveal a lot about the character with that last line.
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Thank you, Andrea! I was so hoping it would!
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Always better to be safe than sorry, Dale.
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I guess…but one must wonder what one might have missed out on in judging too quickly!
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There’s always that too, Dale. We walk a fine line, don’t we? 🙂
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I think we do indeed! I am a firm believer that it is better to put yourself out there and live rather than hold back and simply exist, wishing there had been something.
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There’s certainly more fun that way!
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Couldn’t agree with you more!
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Oh… Too many are so scared of being hurt.. Many end up with leather heart alas… So sad.
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Is it ever the way we expect? Nicely done
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Truly! Thank you!
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Like building sandcastles on the beach. Gets washed away by the tide and then you build again.
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Exactly. Sometimes it hurts but sometimes you get a most pleasant surprise!
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Hey, that’s the same reason why I posted so late! I have a virus and my computer is in the shop. I have to blog on my phone. 😦 at least I still can. Some people are not willing to take the chance of a romance and maybe love. Sadly, you’ll never know unless you try!
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Oh no!!!
Exactly, Amy!
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I thought you were skipping this week – glad you didn’t.
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Almost had no choice!
Thanks for being glad I didn’t!
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This lady certainly knows what she wants, and is also unwilling to take a chance. I hope she’s not being too picky!
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Ahhh… You assume it’s the lady!
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Oops, yes, it’s the man but because I saw him as the “lead” character and you’re a lady by the time I posted the comment I was all confused 🙂
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😉 I actually reread my story to make sure I hadn’t mislead!
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Dear Dale,
I’m speechless. Beautifully subtle link to the prompt. Her Prince Charming will be the lucky one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh wow! Thanks Rochelle!
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Love the twist in the tale. I wonder what happens next???
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Hmmm, so do I!
Thanks, Jean!
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The touching end anchors your story. Really well done!
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Thanks, Madam!
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Very nicely done; I felt sorry for the main character.
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Thank you, Sandra. So did I…
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I think you did an especially good job with the dialogue, of actually giving a sense that they may in fact be too different. The subtlety of the gap is played out perfectly, but left me thinking that he’d made the right call.
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That is so great of you to see it, Dawn! Thanks for your great feedback!
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Exactly what Dawn said. Sometimes you want to try and just know that it can’t work. I guess it also depends on what you want to find.
And I’ve been careless and caught a virus, too, that’s why I comment so late this week. I had to clean the Windows part of my Mac (I have a Win part for work, and a Mac part for fun)–and it took me ages until all these scans had done their work.
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Thank you, kind lady!
My brother-in-law said there were over 300 viruses!!! But, he cleared out the lot and I am as good as new and seem to have no consequences! Woo hoo!
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Such a lovely metaphor! I love those last two lines, “I need to protect my heart. You will break it.”
Wow! Who has so much will-power to resist the entreaties of an obviously attractive possible partner?
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Oh thank you so much!
Who could indeed except one obviously hurt in his past…
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Although it’s been a while for me (I hated dating) it sounds like he’s getting cold feet. Also, it sounds like he may have an inferiority complex. There’s no such animal as “Prince Charming”. If you’re looking, good luck, Dale. I haven’t a clue what’s out there. Well done with the story. 😀 — Suzanne
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Ha ha! Thanks Suzanne. It’s crazy out there and frankly, not what I thought I’d be doing at 51!!
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😀
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To thy own self be true.He might not know her but he knows the kind of love his willin to explore. Thankfully his honest about it.
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And, he was probably way more perceptive than she realised. She probably saw it herself but was unwilling to admit it at that point.
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