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The Wait – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my Peeps!  That means Friday Fictioneers where we write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle and end based on a… well lookit that!  MY photo!   It’s such a fun and rewarding exercise to be able to tell a story is so few words.  Okay, sometimes it’s really hard but still, it is a worthwhile challenge.  One learns to cut the crap out of a story and get to the core really quick.  At least, that’s what we try to do.   Do join in.  We are a friendly and participative (most of us) group.  Click on that there blue frog and add your link!  Our hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does a fabulous job at stealing using, with permission, great photos that either inspire us quickly or really get us scratching our heads, hoping we don’t supply dreck!

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Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word count:  100

The Wait

You said you’d be home by midnight. Midnight came and went; then one, two and three o’clock.  By one, I was getting worried.  Two, angry.  By three, I thought, I better get a knock on the door with a policeman telling me:  “I’m so very sorry, M’am, the roads were icy, there was an accident…”  I would never forgive you if you drove drunk.

Waltzing in at eight a.m, you looked sheepish.  “Babe, I was in no condition to drive and slept on Bill’s couch.  I know I should’ve called…”

I punched you in the arm, then held you tight.


Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you!  Whether alone, or in a couple, or in a couple and feeling alone, I send you my love!

104 thoughts on “The Wait – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Dale

    As with so many of your stories, this one rings so true. You took me through a gamut of emotions with you. Well done in your forthright Dale-style. ❤ ❤ ❤

    Shalom and Valentine hugs,


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  2. Very nice story, Dale! Lonely and worried in Valentine’s day, thus the punch and then the hug. Glad he stayed away but should have called. My daughter spent the evening with one of her girlfriends the other evening (13th), for “galantines” day. Never heard of it before, but Happy Gal-antines day to you!! =)

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    • Thanks, Brenda. Can’t tell you how often I used to through that… yep Galantine’s Day for the gals sans sweethearts! Cute idea.


        • All worked out in the end. A company called Point Zero8 (alcohol limit) was created and Is like a taxi service where they bring you and your car home. My husband became a member and I never worried again!

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  3. Ah! I had this happen recently with a university going child. A very nervous night endured by the parents. It was nice to pile on the guilt during the week when she was contrite and doing all the housework to make up 😉

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  4. It’s so easy to message but still difficult to do. Your story sounds so real Dale. Wonderfully captured and shut for this Valentine’s Day. Hope he doesn’t repeat it again. 🙂

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  5. I love the forgiving lady who read like an adorably wonderful partner. I am happy the gentleman was safe, just a tad bit irresponsible here.
    Beautiful story, Dale.
    Thanks for the Valentine’s Day wishes and the love. Sending you loads of love too.

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    • Thank you, Moon. In the end, she does love him – why else would she have run the gamut of emotions? Yes, irresponsible fella – probably fell asleep, just for a moment, so didn’t bother… let’s say!

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  6. On the surface of any image, there is a thin veil. Lift it and you will be surprised what emotions lives or lurks there. Relationships are just that as well. With all those strings being pulled at once -who do hearts take it.

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