Ella planned her strategy to survive the ordeal of her first Christmas without Jim. She needed to keep busy; give herself no time to brood on dire subjects like loneliness; no time to revive painful memories; no time to regret doing those things which she ought not to have done and not doing those that she ought to have done.
So she looked in Yellow Pages for a local homeless shelter charity. She cooked and baked and braised and roasted; packed a laundry basket with the feast, and drove to the shelter, where her goodies were received with oohs and ahs from the helpers and “customers”.
Ella was on the point of leaving when in shuffled a skinny, scruffy old man with several days’ growth of grizzled beard below dazzling brown eyes.
‘Jim?’ gasped Ella.
‘I’ve really missed your cooking’ he muttered. ‘Sorry dear, that didn’t come out as I meant it. I’ve missed you. ’
They linked arms and together marched out of the hall.
Trifecta asked for between 33 and 333 words using the this definition of the word Survive: to continue to function or prosper despite : withstand<they survived many hardships>
Happy ending, love is strange…
I’m with the others, I’m not sure I would take him back so quickly. But, anyway, sweet story!
Certainly is a surprise ending.
Everyday is a learning experience & today through this lovely piece I learnt something new-flash fiction:-)Thank you.
Cute ending (: I hope they can work things out!
She is far more forgiving than I. I hope he really missed more than her cooking.
I guess the way to a man’s heart really is through his stomach
She’s nicer than I am…I’d have made him beg for me to take him back!
Flash fiction is a new thing for me; so the readers fill in the blanks. I have a whole bunch of questions for good old Jim and Ella as well; taking his arm so quickly.
He needs some spanking. Then she can forgive him
But how did he get there? Where are her questions? Does she have anything to forgive?
I think you could make a lot more of this.
It’s supposed to be flash fiction, leaving the reader to fill in the spaces! I’ve failed again…
No, it works as FF. But you’ve left me wanting more…
Reblogged this on lovelyseasonscomeandgo and commented:
such a cute story
While some might consider that a compliment, to me it is bad manners for not asking permission beforehand in accordance with the notice above the comments section of the page. It is also breach of copyright.
As you know, I visited your blog and found it to be composed of re-blogs of other people’s work. If I post a story or poem on my blog, I can edit or delete it in order to submit it elsewhere for publication. On your blog, I have no power whatsoever over my own writing. I should be grateful if you would delete it from your blog.
Sure, you can do as you like, Oh wow I had no idea.
oh gee, I haven’t thought of it that way, my apologies
accepted. May I encourage you to write your own work – it can be a very absorbing hobby.
its done, and once again you have my sincerest apology
thank you.
its my pleasure, have a wonderful year!