This post is written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are challenged to write a complete story (beginning, middle, and end) in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture below. Other stories may be found by clicking here.
The sweet smell of her perfume still lingers in the room. It was her room. The room she escaped the hectic life she lived. It was not a crowed room. It was clean and sunny. Here she would keep a few of her most precious possessions. The sea shells collected from their favorite beach. A small art project she had started after a recent trip to Japan.
He still remembers the first time he saw her. An introduction at the place they worked. A feeling that she was the one. The first and only time he felt that emotion.
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Oh Danny Boy! 
So evocative of a life lived together. I love the sentence fragments toward the end especially.
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Sad, he had the ultimate moment but it was so fleeting
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“her perfume still lingers” … sort of evocative..
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He had a moment of bliss… is all lost?
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Simply beautiful and a delight to read.
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Better to acknowledge and love The One then to think there is no such thing. Touching.
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Totally agree.
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Very lovely!
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This is so lovely: seashells, unfinished origami, the scent, and the idea of a one and only love. I think this is one of my favorites this week. Thank you.
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Thanks for a wonderful comment. Inspiration came from my recent trip to Japan. Visited a Japanese family and tried my hand at origami. I failed but had a memorable experience.
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It sounds like she was the one.
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