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Hello – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday ridiculously early morning (for me, anyway) my Readers. I’m sitting in a hospital waiting room chair hoping someone will soon give a rat’s ass about my step-father, who’s been lying on a gurney in a hallway since 7:00 p.m. (it is now 2:00 a.m.), following a fall that cracked his head open. OK, OK, not that big but the confusion he expressed following said fall is what bought him an ambulance ride here.  So, while I wait why not prepare my intro?  I’m rambling on for you all, aren’t I 🙄.

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It is now 3:30 a.m. and I am back home and Rochelle’s email has just popped up so why not write my story before I hit the hay?  A thank you to Rochelle for keeping us coming back week after week and, thank you to Jeff Arnold for allowing us to use his photo this week.

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Hello

She slowly woke up, naturally, no blaring from a jarring alarm clock. Eyes still closed, she smiled and stretched, feeling the delicious tenderness that comes from a wonderful night of loving. Rolling over onto her side, she slowly opened her eyes. As her surroundings came into focus, she blinked once, staring into a pair of blue eyes.

“Hello. I’m Olivia.  Can you make pancakes?”

Now wide awake, she sat upright, her hand reaching beside her to feel a cold emptiness. She looked back at the little girl.  What the hell?

“Good morning. Sleep well?  I see you’ve met my daughter.”

 

183 thoughts on “Hello – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Awwww … I hope she likes Olivia. When dating, kids should be #1.
    Such a simple request – pancakes.
    I think he should have mentioned his daughter before she woke up in his bed. I won’t anything more because I’m sure it’s all been said before me. Great write … you took the photo prompt in an unusual direction. Well done …
    Isadora 😎

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    • Thank you Isadora…
      The least he could have done was tell her he was a father. Kinda important, I should think!!
      Glad you enjoyed my outta the box take…

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  2. Unusual parenting tho the story hints at the girl being used to an ever changing harem. It is a wonderful story that you have written after what must have been a very stressful day. I hope your step dad is recovering well.

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  3. O, Dale, I love it. I am so tempted to steal this line- Eyes still closed, she smiled and stretched, feeling the delicious tenderness that comes from a wonderful night of loving- it creates such a beautiful scene in the reader’s mind.

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    • Uh huh… not so cute when you are not in the know!’s
      He’s still in the hospital. When he fell, he cut his head and he’s basically bleeding inside, but not the brain – no stroke, thankfully. He will be okay

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  4. Oooowh, that was unexpected, in more than one way – hope your father in law is getting better already – falls at his age can be very, very life altering!
    Then, waking up and ‘meeting’ the daughter of your new lover – outch – NOT what I would like to meet first thing after the first night – and not knowing about.
    Great writing, as always – you go far sweetie!

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  5. Awkward. What a surprise and not a very pleasant one. And Olivia’s reaction tells me that she’s not surprised to see a strange woman in her father’s bed–maybe because this isn’t the first time. And perhaps the others didn’t know how to make pancakes?!? Intriguing story, Dale and you’re right, he should have mentioned that he had a daughter.

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