This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
The old man looked into the thrift shop and politely inquired, “Where’s Iris.”
“She’s not here today Mr. Jennings.”
“Tell her she’s been in there long enough. She decided on that wedding dress yesterday and just wanted to have it fitted today. We’re to be married next Thursday you know.
“Come back tomorrow Mr. Jennings perhaps she will be ready by then.”
“Seems like I’ve been waiting years for her.”
“It has Mr. Jennings. You have been coming back every year on this date for the last ten years. Please come back next year and I think she will be ready.”
Oh Danny Boy! 
That’s a sad story, but I like that the shop attendant is sensitive and kind to him.
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Bless the clerk’s heart for her sensitivity. I’m glad he keeps returning every year. One day they will be joined together again ❤
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The staff are very patient. 🙂
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i don’t know what to say, but hope springs eternal.
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Really interesting how the story developed
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Well, Danny, he does seem to know what day it is, if not what year. Sad…. but well done.
(Side note. I tired to respond to your comment on mine and hit a very wrong key. Now I cannot fine it. My bad.)
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I like this story which lets Mr. Jennings continue his hope.
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I think Mr. Jennings may be experiencing a lil Altzheimer’s.
Poor man …
Isadora 😎
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I think so too.
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Lovely and intriguing story.
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Poor Mr Jennings, I hope someone will give him some help, but if it’s been 10 years…
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A very interesting tale! Loved how it was not predictable and the two people had distinct personalities.
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I liked the way this unfolded
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Oh, Mr Jennings… Nice one, DJ.
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