Martha – Friday Fictioneers   24 comments

“Martha?” Again, no reply.

He knew he had the correct shop. It was where she purchased her wedding dress many years ago. He had returned from the war with shrapnel in his leg. She said the damaged leg didn’t bother her and so they were married.  She was lovely on that day. Her face radiated with a glow so intense he was afraid to touch her. And almost every anniversary they would have tea at the little place across the street.

It had been a few years since they had celebrated an anniversary. He could not remember the last time.

“Martha?”

Posted September 18, 2013 by Danny James in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers

24 responses to “Martha – Friday Fictioneers

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  1. A lovely little story.

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  2. Terrific tale, very well told.
    AnElephant loves it.

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  3. This was a bittersweet little tale….

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  4. Awww…bless his heart.

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  5. Dear Danny,

    Another fine take on age and our cheese sliding off of the cracker of life. Good job.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  6. Aah, a poignant tale!

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  7. Dear Danny,

    Touching story. Good job.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. But he still remembers what counts
    lovely story

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  9. Sweet story.

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  10. Interesting story, Danny. I like the middles part about their lives but the beginning and ending have me wondering if she’s dead and he can’t remember or if he’s got some mental issues and is wandering around or….

    janet

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  11. That was a touching little piece 🙂

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