Thanks to Rochelle and her weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
Photo Copyright Sean Fallon
I remember our first date. How could I forget? It was MY first date. You were a minister’s daughter. My mom was pleased. I picked you up to attend a concert. You slid in right beside me. You placed your hand inside my legs. Remember bench seats? Thirty years married when I started to wear pink. Now I can hardly remember. The memory fails each day. Now it’s one day at a time. The kids keep telling me:
common love you shared
a sad song by Patsy Cline
i fall to pieces