All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go.-John Denver
Miriam was ready to start a new adventure, in Key West. At her old home, she tidied up affairs. Freed herself of all that didn’t matter anymore. Even her car.
“We always wanted to live on the beach, Honey.” she spoke into the air. “You’re in the ether now, but you’re always with me.”
Ray had been dead two years. It was her turn. To write. Run. Smile. And live.
She threw her luggage into the silly homemade car she bought. Placed his urn in the seat next to her. Drove along U.S.-1, flaming red hair dancing in the breeze.
**Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping the dream of Friday Fictioneers alive. The prompt this week was an inspiring one. Not sure if I captured enough of it in my story. Please give criticism and kudos. I’m a romantic twit, but I can take it. **
This is one of my favorites. Very good.
Thank you Deana. Your comment tickles me to pieces. 🙂
made me smile.
I’m so glad it did. That was kind of the point. 🙂
Sounds like she’s back on track and ready to rumble. She and Ray are makin’ tracks. Good luck to her!
janet
I think they’ll have many great adventures. Even if he is only with her in spirit. 🙂
How nice to have a real feel-good story, Renee. I really enjoyed reading this. The quote at the beginning was perfect… now I just have to get it out of my mind.
I hope the song stayed in your head all night, and you hummed it just before you drifted off to sleep. 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
really sad..but beautiful..
Thanks my sweet. Sad ending but happy beginning. 🙂
wonderfully crafted. 🙂
Thank you my dear. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Well done – moving on and captured beautifully.
Thanks my dear. I’m glad you liked it. It was fun to write. Can’t believe how many damn times I edited it. 🙂
When you write – you evoke such vivid imagery. 🙂
That’s kinda the plan my dear Stu. I’m glad you can see it, just like I can.
Kisses, Renee
This story needs it’s tune! “Head out down the highway…” I can imagine strange ways the story can go…if she’s on the beach..or has a little romance with someone…some dark humour around the corner there….!
I can see a little romance on the beach, and dark humor too. You never know what that flame haired beauty would do. 🙂
WONDERFUL!
I certainly don’t know what a flame-haired beauty would do! But you sent me down memory lane and reminded me of a beautiful flame-haired gal of my teenage years, or innocent love!
Glad I jogged your memory my sweet.
This is such a nice, bittersweet story. I like the idea of starting over in her silly, homemade car. 🙂
She was starting over, but kind of continuing on too. Sharing her dream with a lover that went before her. He’d always be with her though….
I loved the last line, Renee. It captured the essence of the whole story..! 🙂
Glad you liked it honey. Thanks for the sweet comment. 🙂
Lovely moving-on story. Made me feel like packing my bags and heading off into the sunset 🙂
Glad it made you feel that way. It did that for me also. I think it’s because I’m so tired of winter.
Let’s just hope the lid on the urn is secure 🙂 This was breezy and bright.
Not to worry, she screwed that sucker down tight. 🙂
Spat my drink out! 🙂
GOOD! Hahahaahhaah.
I don’t have much to add to what’s been said, but your story is great.
Thank you sweetheart. I’m so glad you liked it. I so appreciate your kind comment. 🙂
Lovely story. Full of hope even if it has a hint of sadness. Alot of story in only 100 words
That Miriam, she is a quirky one. I’m glad you liked it my sweet Gentleman.
That sounds like a beutiful fresh start. A flaming red hair with some baggage, definitely a start for some beautiful adventures,
Isn’t that what life is supposed to be Bjorn? A beautiful adventure…
Love, Renee
Beautiful imagery. I feel I am cheering her on!
I know I was as I wrote about her. 🙂
It’s the perfect car for Key West, too.
I think so too. Wink, wink. And a giggle.
Dear Renee,
Bittersweet story. I felt the sadness even in her excitement of moving on.
and also reminds me of one of our best friends who keeps his wife’s ashes in a vase she made on the kitchen counter. Two feather boas are wrapped around the neck of it. That was Bevy. Flamboyant and fun, like your piece this week.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks for the sweet story Rochelle. Your Bevy sounds like she was quite a woman. Glad you liked my piece.
Fondly,
Renee
P.S. I sure hope that I would be just like that flame haired beauty. 🙂
all this week, I have been reminded to live each day as if I didn’t have tomorrow. your piece here is one prompt for me. I’m heeding the message. I appreciate the part your story has played. I’m off to hug my husband now. 🙂
Go hug him and give him good gropes and kisses too. Love every minute with him honey. Every damn minute.
The Keys would be particularly nice right about now. And a rum drink. And something on a stick.
Yes, yes, and yes J.K. All of those things would be perfect.
Love, Renee
Can only speak for myself but well done, very well done!
Why thank you my dear. I so appreciate the kind comment. It certainly was fun to write.
that’s good spirit. well done.
here – “… the beach honey.” think about a comma after “beach” and then capitalize “honey.” she’s using it as his name, as a proper noun. the comma is for what’s called a noun in “direct address,” like a pause when you’re talking directly to someone.
Thank you Rich. I appreciate your comments. I will make the necessary revisions. After all, she was talking directly to him. Even though he wasn’t “with” her anymore.