The young vet sat across from the crumbled building. The August heat soared, and concrete burned through his fatigues and t-shirt. In his right hand he held a cup for ‘donations’, and with his left he wiped his damp brow.
Concert goers walked past, paying him no mind. Their only mission to pregame before the big event. Except for one pretty woman, but not ‘pretty’ in the traditional sense. Her smile made him shiver and her blue eyes he could’ve drowned in.
She handed him a ‘fiver’, then to his surprise, sat down beside him.
Hi, she said, I’m Michaella.
This is my first entry in Friday Fictioneers in forever. I’m forcing myself to get back to writing after dealing with some major heartbreak. I’m tying to post at least one story a week, but if the words start flowing again, I’m hoping to post a few times a week.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting this wonderful prompt. I’m so glad to be back in it again. Please be assured I’m ready for all constructive criticism.
Hope you all have a wonderful day!
This one could go either way. She could be incredibly kind or some sort of predator. I’m hoping for the former, but the latter would make a more interesting story.
I guarantee she’s a good one.
Well, look who is back in the writing game, good for you, Renee. The first one in a while is the hardest. The words will flow. Good story.
Thanks Ted. It’s about time I get my shit together and start writing again.
I wouldn’t trust her! Nice take.
Oh, I would. 🙂
I’d love to know why she made that decision
I believe she has a good heart and knows good people.
A wonderful story. Maybe she will save him. I hope so. :o)
Maybe he’ll save her.
What a wonderful way back into writing! This was indeed heartwarming. I choose to see only good in her sitting down next to him.
The romantic in me loves this story and chooses to believe that she has only good intentions. Welcome back!
She does, I promise.
And you have a wonderful day too Renee. These ‘bumps’ seriously rock our boats, but the angel coming out the other side becomes more beautiful each time. Believe it ❤
Glad to hear your voice again, looking forward to more 😀
Why thank you friend. I’m so sorry I’ve been away for so long.
It makes the return more appreciated that way…and maybe a little more hungry for a story 😀
But it is good to see that smiling face (and writing) again Renee, welcome home 😀
Lovely – the word pregame led me to see her in a good light. I look forward to reading your next stories
Thank you. I’m so glad to be back in the game.
What an uplifting story. Beautiful shafts of hope. And that line – blue eyes he could drown in was sublime. Sorry for your heartache, hope you continue posting stories here for forever!
Why, thank you for the kind comment.
Great story , Renee. ( Also,I really like your name )
Would love to read more about Michaella and her life.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend.
Thanks Moon, but I like your name better. 🙂 Michaella has been a regular character of mine. I’m hoping this little story will inspire me to write more.
Going with veterans for this one. I like it! Well done!
I say her intentions are good. The one who didn’t turn the other way. Good one. Nice to see you back.
It’s good to be writing again. Thanks Rochelle.
A good old-fashioned love story in the making 🙂
They’re my favorite for sure.
Congrats! I have not written in more than a year. Dad passed last July (2016) and, while that didn’t do it, it didn’t help either. I have about 50 pages of a novel done and several ideas for short books and stories. Need to do, but don’t. I hope I can pull myself out of this.
You can do anything you set your mind to my dear, as can I. I’m so sorry to hear about your father’s passing. Take care my dear.
Welcome back Renee.
Thanks my dear.
Very intriguing and full of hope. Time for optimism.
I’m trying to find my optimism again. I think this little story will point me in the right direction.