Friday, June 26, 2015

Maybe next time...

She didn’t look up the details of suitors now. This one was, anyways, late. Prejudice was beginning to blur the rationale. She moseyed through the labyrinth and watched the dying sun. Tired of enduring the cliché, phony, glamour of the shopping-plaza, she typed a goodbye and then back-spaced it. She knew she couldn’t, rather, wouldn’t hit the send button. Not with mom’s words resonant, “Maybe this time, you can be persuaded otherwise”. She bought a bestseller from a peddler and was halfway through the sixth chapter when he arrived. A familiar wave of ennui spread through her.

Maybe next time…


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12 comments:

  1. Maybe next time. Yeah. He might have ruined a good novel too.

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    1. :) am glad we are on same page about iur thoughts for him.
      Thank you for stopping by.

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  2. I hope she has a pitcher of cold water waiting to pour on him. Maybe next time indeed.
    Great take on the prompt.

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    1. :) may be she had but for her mother's sake she didn't pour it on him.
      Thank you so much.

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  3. How sad, her book was more interesting. Well, as she says, maybe next time! Well done!

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    1. :) ah if only you could marry books.
      Thank you so much Yolanda

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  4. Sounds like he was really late! Fingers crossed for the next time.

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    1. Yeah maybe she can really be persuaded next time.
      Thank you so much Alistair

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  5. Those men, always showing up a the most inopportune moment!

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  6. Dear Ruby,

    Sounds like she needs a change.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Desperately and definitely.
      Thank you Rochelle

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.