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.
“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.