The Place…

Flash fiction

He wiped his glasses again in an attempt to steady his nerves. The ring in his pocket was burning a hole through the lining.

Every passing moment, his pulse increased a notch.

”Would she say yes?” he pondered.

This is where he met Lily the first time. He was a busboy and she, the daughter of a rich squire.

His love had grown from afar but, he had said nothing, until it was too late and she got married to Arnold.

A lot had changed over the years. Her husband Arnold died and so did his wife. From a busboy, he is now the owner of the restaurant.

Lily came back to settle her late father’s estate and seeing her transported him back to 25 years ago, to his huge crush which had blossomed into love that had never stopped and he knew that he wouldn’t let her walk away once again.

The glimpse of her swinging blond hair and smiling face, caused his heart to trip as she walked over to join him.

Β© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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In response to the FFfAW photo prompt above. Thank you Louise for the photo and Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.



35 thoughts on “The Place…

  1. Aww, this is so heart-warming. I am an unrepentant romantic. XD

    Very few are lucky enough to rekindle a love once lost For those who are fortunate to recapture the one that got away, I imagine that their joy must be blissful.

    Well written as always Lady Jay.

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  2. Twenty-five years to a happy ending – at least hopefully. The ring has been offered yet. What if she says no. I got lost with the “wife” dying. But I love a happy story. And you, dear Jacque, could sell me on an unhappy one with your writing gift!

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  3. Aw, that is such a cute take on the prompt. I love your happy story and that Arnold will be together with his lady after so many years. Somethings don’t change, like love sometimes and that’s a good thing. Great job.

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