Saturday, August 21, 2010

Saturday Centus: What I Did Over My Summer Vacation

Jenny Matlock

Normally, every Saturday, Ms. Jenny gives us a prompt in which to write a story around. This week she has mixed things up a little. Instead of a prompt she gave us a title and our assignment is to write a story, factual or fictional, based on the theme of the title: What I did Over My Summer Vacation. I could have written about our camping experience in which our tent decided to spring a leak during a torrential downpour. Or possibly about the hiking trip to the base of a waterfall. I could have also expounded upon the ups and downs of our mountain biking excursion along the Virginia Creeper Trail. I could very well have written about our recent week at Carolina Beach. However, I had already blogged about all of the above. So today I am going to do a fictional piece. Some of it is metaphorical about some things going on in my life, but most is totally made up. I hope you enjoy.

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“Can we talk?”

Her heart jumps to her throat. She has a feeling she knows what this is about. It doesn’t make it any easier.

“Sure,” she texts back, as beads of sweat form on the base of her neck. “Where shall we meet?”

It’s been a difficult summer at best:  The death of her mother, though expected, threw her for a loop. Her memories, long suppressed, flooded back in torrential waves knocking her neat little life off balance. He was breaking up with her.

Imagine her surprise when she arrived and found him kneeling before her, ring in hand. 

20 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. a happy ending to a difficult summer...very nice!

Cheryl said...

I mutter a lot when I read posts. My first utterance was a sighing "Oh man" when I read Carolina Beach 'cuz I'm jealous. My final words were "Oh wow" in a hushed tone.

Thank you for this fictional non-fiction.

Bookie said...

Very different take...isn't it amazing what images "summer" can conjure up for all of us?

Bookie said...

Just saw your comment on my piece...are you from Kansas too?

Nessa said...

Very nice. Sometimes we do make things worse with our overactive imaginations.

BECKY said...

Awwww, I loved this!! Wonderful and happy ending! I'm also a Midwesterner, but not displaced! :)

Steven Anthony said...

sometimes life can still make us smile....beautiful.

Steven Anthony
Man Dish~Metro Style

Viki said...

I'm glad with the tragedy it had a happy ending. It was unexpected. Good job.

Sue said...

Awwww, I'm glad she got the ring. She's had a hard enough summer!

=)

Tina said...

Loved this. Sorta reminded me of The Engineer's proposal. He picked a fight first...on purpose. Suppose I should blog about it. Nice work, my dear friend.

PERMANENT POSIES said...

Such a much better ending!

Susan Deborah said...

Well, she did not realise that he was referring to a conversation that lasts a lifetime! Sweet.

Have a glorious Sunday dear Polly.

Joy always,
Susan

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

Very nice!
Glad for the happy ending to a difficult summer.
Missed ya!
B

My name is PJ. said...

That was such a refreshing twist, I shall name it this week's "literary helix".

I'm glad it ended on a happy note!

Deborah said...

Phew! ... Loved it :o)

Malisa said...

Very nice! Don't you hate that term, "can we talk"? Never leads to any good. However, you proved me wrong! What a pleasant, surprise ending!

I just posted my contribution. Please stop by!

Malisa

Terra said...

I got a bit teary eyed...this was so sweet so real...

Kat said...

My first thought was "break up" - can we talk is never good, unless it's a Joan Rivers routine. Loved the surprise happy ending!

Kaelin said...

loved the twist!

Jenny said...

Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet Miss Polly.

What a lovely little story...and a spectacular and romantic thing to happen over a summer vacation.

Certainly much better then the highlight of mine...which was taking three little girls to see Karate Kid!

ha!

Thanks for the smile.

You're a gem.

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