I had a story preplanned. I mean its Valentine’s week after all. This one would be romantic. It had to be. I’d actually already written it. “Cheater Cheater” you cry. I know.
Then I saw this week’s prompt. It demanded its own words. I would have to begin from scratch. And so I did. Here is my 100 word entry for this week’s Friday Fictioneers hosted by the ever glorious Lady of the Lake, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The Patient Lovers
“Look Ms. Thomas”, Melany revealed new ink upon her shoulder, traveling remnant from Barcelona.
I was back in Art History class, Patrick’s black curls and cerulean eyes laughing from the first row. Black Irish he once explained. We spent endless hours upon my couch nestled over pitchers of Sangria, drinking love. He’d scroll sacred geometry, ball point pen in hand, upon my feet. I’d trace the golden ratios of his face in my sketchbook. We’d dream a life we’d build together in Cadaqués.
Now he was a tattoo artist in España, and I a NY Fashion Teacher, nearly our dream.
Word Count: 100
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Perhaps a trip to Spain would make her happier. Young love with sangria is a powerful magnet for passion. Wonderful story. Hope she goes! Nan
I hope she goes too. I mean really how could she not. What are the odds she’d discover his location 20 years later.
Beautiful story’. I loved it.
Thanks Erin. Had fun writing it.
Oh somehow life rarely become what we expect.. seem to be some love still there… hmm ready for a move maybe
I love the phrase ‘drinking love’ – so poignant. A beautiful story this week.
Utopia is always overrated. My wife constantly reminds me that the key to satisfaction in life is in learning to manage your expectations. At least the connection is still there. Realistic and somehow hopeful.
Cheers!
Marie Gail
Sounds like good advice. It will keep you grounded. I have learned expectations can get you into trouble quickly so managing them would be a good thing. Thanks Marie.
There’s something to be said for living with abandonment…at least once in your life. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Yes there is something about the melancholy memory of a great love. But if I were her I’d be on the first plane out on my way for a new tattoo.
Dear Dana,
Sweet, romantic and sad. The what might have been will always be in her dreams. Makes me wonder why things didn’t work out for them.
Just a suggestion…If it were me, I’d change the last line to present tense. “Now he IS a tattoo artist…”
Aside from that…great descriptions and feel to this. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you again Rochelle. I have tense issues. That may be the single greatest correction I’ve ever gotten on my writing. Oh that and comma abuse. Good thing there are no jails for word felons.
I suspect in this moment she wonders the why as well. But perhaps all is not lost. She can always hop a plane and hope he isn’t married. 🙂
How romantic. Dali’s Cadaqués, the land of dreams and if you don’t have any of your own, you can borrow images from his fantastic imagination. Cadaqués is the perfect destination for two artists and perhaps they’ll end up there. After all, they’re both perfecting their creative draftsmanship abilities with Patrick and his tats and our heroine with her fashion design. They can even use their skills to support themselves. Don’t give up on their dream yet.
Aw, You are my hero tonight. You got the reference to Dali’s home and the title I suspect. 😉 They have honed their craft and I like thinking perhaps there is another chapter in their tale. I won’t give up on them yet.Thanks VB
Aww, I loved the description of their time together – very sultry and evocative
Thanks Jennifer. I need a little romance for Valentine’s and what could possibly go better with sangria then a side of sultry.
Love the imagery, and the bitter-sweet story.
Thank you Patrick. Its mixed just the way I like them with bitter-sweet reality and Sangria.
Dreams can dissipate you know. well done!
Yes they can. Thanks readin. 🙂
This was a well-done and realistic story. Sometimes in growing up we realize that we have to survive by sacrificing at least part of our dreams. Sad by true.
Yes Patricia so true. I temper my romanticism with the realism I earned in life. And sometimes the surprise is that the dream changes, sometimes it ends up bigger then you could have imagined.Thanks.
Nice story. I’m sure you can use the prepared one another time!
It already found a home in an other piece. Besides I really like the challenge of pushing myself (yes I know it’s only 100 words) each week to create something fresh. Thanks Liz
Nicely done, linking the past with the present.
It is the longitude and latitude to where we’ve come in life.
Sometimes we find our dreams were the lie and reality is what we ought to have been dreaming of…
Life is interesting that way, Its slight of hand. We look to the left and the dream awaits us on nthe right. Thanks RED.
Still doing art and I guess that’s the true love. Good story.
Yes for me that is the love story. They both are pursuing their passions even if not together. But the romantic in me thinks she should get on the plane.
So glad you opted to start anew. Cerulean…nice touch!
Thanks BA…..Blue seemed too banal.
Agreed
Alas, we never quite get there. At least we have the memories, oh… and the Sangria 😉
Absolutely the Sangria. And good friends to drink it with.
I love the last line of this, how it shows the sacrifices we make to realize our personal dreams. Why is it that people get cast aside like that? Sad.
Sad Yes but too true. I have yet to figure out how to have my cake and eat it too. Won’t keep a girl from trying.
Time takes away so many things from people… Sad and very true to reality. Well-penned.
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Thank you. Sometimes the reality is we only get part of our dreams. But I’ve learned to make every piece count.