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Very Much Alive – Friday Fictioneers

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A bit late today.  Had trouble getting this story going in the way I wanted it to!  Plus it was a day for Skyping and dining with friends!  Priorities, eh?

Thanks to Rochelle for being there week after week and making us squeeze our creative juices into a 100-word story.  This challenge is the highlight of my week.  Thank you to Liz Young for this great photo.  I am sure there will be death and mayhem galore this week.  Just not from me!  Do click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to of this challenge or, if you are not ready to take the plunge but would like to see how 80 (give or take) other writers are inspired, click on the blue frog!

Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  Always 100

Very Much Alive

Sitting on the bench, eyes closed, she could still feel his touch, his kisses, hear his whispered sweet nothings. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch beyond a handshake and a chaste kiss on each cheek.  She had felt so alive and sexy.

She flushed thinking just how far those touches and kisses had gotten…

“Mom!” Her son’s yell jarred her back to the present.  “What the hell?  Arrested for indecent exposure at your age? Seriously, in a graveyard of all places?  Moms do NOT do things like that. Ever!”

She smiled.  “Maybe they do.”

91 thoughts on “Very Much Alive – Friday Fictioneers”

  2. Parents have a sex life? Eeeeee…. This was great. And I hope Mum can repeat the experience often–maybe somewhere more private.

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  4. Dear Dale,

    I’ll never forget the horror on Christian’s face when, as a teenager, the realization hit that my husband and I had sexual relations. “How do you think you got here?” I asked him.
    Love your story. I’d like to hear more on this episode. Thank you for your faithful participation, you’re one of the reasons I cling tenaciously to this herd of cats.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,
      Mick was horrified when Iain teased him about hearing us once. I thought I’d be cut off forever!
      I’ll try….😉 And I must admit I enjoy being part of this herd of yours!
      Lotsa love,
      Dale

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  5. Dear Dale,

    That must have been you the Beatles were singing about in “Why don’t we do it in the Road?”

    I must admit I stumbled over “how hot far those touches” in the middle paragraph, but think I got the gist of it. Down here, we use the expression “Hell-far” so I’m used to seeing this variation of the word fire.

    In response to “mature” people having sex, “Just because there’s frost on the roof doesn’t mean the fire has went out.”

    Love that cute photo on the InLinkz page. 🙂

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    • Oy. Guess I was getting hot and bothered writing this. Thanks for the heads up on the typo.
      Thanks. I figured such a text deserved a special look! 😉

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  10. I love it, Dale 🙂 Mums are entitled to a bit of sexy fun, even in strange settings, although we all have different preferences as to which settings 😉 I don’t know how kids think they got created in the first place. Those storks are so busy! My son once caused a degree of amused surprise at primary school when he was aged about 7. For his homework, he’d drawn a picture with the caption “Daddy kissing Mummy in the kitchen”.

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    • So very glad you do, Sarah.
      Let’s just say that maybe it was unintentional to be found in such a… um… predicament in such a public place… passion happens!
      I love that your son did that. At least he was witness to love in his home. So many are not, sadly

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  13. Your link worked! Last night I could click on LIKE, but not see any of the comments.

    I’m with the son: In a GRAVEYARD!? but that’s the prompt we got, so… Hopefully our next pic will be a sunny, isolated beach. 😉

    I found it a bit sad, too, in that this is a rare thing. Obviously she has no significant other to cozy up to at home — and that’s sad, for whatever reason.

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    • Maybe she’s like me… à widow ready to go “back out into the market” but is having fun till Mr. Right No. 2 comes along…😎😉😆

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  26. I laughed. But I’m with Team Mom on this. When you are older you’ve earned the right to be a little, um, peculiar. And what better place to honor the brevity of the *cough* pleasures of life than in a graveyard? 😀

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    • I’m hoping they linger for a very long time!!
      And I think it’s great that the ladies are still talking and chuckling 😉

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  33. Gives a whole new meaning to Tomb raider. But at another level this is about reawakening of desires and a wish to break out of the chaste role she has been assigned by society.

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  37. Loved this! I’m mother and grandmother, so I can totally relate, I mean, I’m over 50, but I’m not like geriatric or waiting patiently for death😂 in fact I have more free time and less hang ups, just like the mom in your flash😀

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