Post Valentine

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Time again to have some fun at FF where our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields manages to attract more than 100 writers from all over the world every week. These talented writers respond to a photo prompt and come up with 100 or so words of fiction or poetry.This week the photo below is provided by Janet Webb.

Copyright - Janet Webb

                                             Copyright – Janet Webb

This cool photo immediately stirred dark,murderous ideas in my wicked brain but strangely,my story decided to go its own way.So here it comes-101 words including the title :-)By the way,my heartfelt thanks to all those who came by to read my submission last week and my apologies if I haven’t been around to read their’s or respond with a thanks. Have been a little busy as my daughter’s 18th Birthday is coming up this Saturday and I have been running around trying to get the invitations out and shopping and stuff.However,I promise to read  this week’s submission without fail by next Monday.

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Post Valentine

Hi Camellia! How was Valentine’s Day?

Oh Kara, don’t even ask!

Why what happened?

I think I need some strong coffee first.

The aroma of fresh coffee perked them up.

Well Kara, I was shocked to see that Kevin had ordered red wine. Eww! You know how I hate red wine!”

Awful!

And imagine, there were no chocolates or flowers!

OMG! Such a cheapskate! Did he give a gift?

My portrait painted by him! So ugly!

Bah! Kick him out of your life.

Oh, I already did.

Fantastic! His loss sweetie! Let’s go shopping.

Let’s! I need retail therapy.

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40 thoughts on “Post Valentine

    • Wow-that’s such a huge compliment Patricia-am always worried about my dialogues-thank you so much:-)And yes,you are right Karma is definitely a boomerang -so she better watch out:-)

    • So true but you know these girls of today-all they want is material things-showing off-no substance!Well,he is better off without her,no? ;-)Thanks for stopping by to read and for the comment Patrick:-)

  1. Terribly short-sighted of Camillia–Kim’s art sale raised over a hundred-thousand dollars selling fake Andy Warhols–you never know what a genuine Kevin might bring.

  2. Moving on without the murderous vein . . . good take on the prompt this week. Not sure how I would take receiving my own portrait as a romantic gesture. I’ve always thought it a little creepy.

    Cheers!
    Marie Gail

    • Ha!ha!Thank you Marie,I decided to keep the murderous streak of mine in chains this week ;-)Thank you for stopping by to read and for the cute comment-I totally agree-my own portrait would not go down well as a VD gift I am sure 😉

  3. Materialistic little snot – she doesn’t deserve the painting! Very good story and I do agree that times have changed and some girls are all about the gifts and not the feelings. One of my all time favorite valentines day gifts is a 6 by 8 inch slab of steel which my husband had soldered our initials and wedding date on. Good story and I really liked your dialogue too! Thanks, Nan

    • Ha!ha!So true-loved that term-materialistic little snot,lol!Thank you Nan for coming by and making me laugh with that comment and I think it is so romantic that you had your initials soldered on that slab:-)

  4. So in sync with the world of today!
    I’m just waiting for the day feelings get sold for money! That’ll be the end of it all!
    Heartbreaking but honest.

    I loved the dialogues! This played in my mind like a movie 🙂

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