Photo courtesy of Al Forbes
Thank you so much for all your good wishes last week when I shared the news of my book deal. If you want to know how I really felt about it please click here.
‘We’ll be best friends forever won’t we?’ She asks, piercing the daisy stem with her thumbnail and threading another flower through. ‘Finished.’ She loops the chain around my neck and as she draws back and studies me, the scent of her lemon shampoo lingers. ‘You look beautiful,’ she says.
She races across the field, honey-hair shimmering in the sun, tanned arms pumping by her sides. My January-pale stumpy legs struggle to keep up.
I want to tell her she’s the one that’s beautiful but I’m just her best friend, and my heart aches as I know that’s all I’ll ever be.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story challenge inspired by a photo prompt (my story this week inspired by the BF on the numberplate). My mum and sister have complained my writing’s too dark lately, so with a psychological thriller due for release this summer I thought I’d try something a bit lighter.
To read the other entries hop over to host Rochelle’s blog here.
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I love the longing you have created here.
Thank you Joseph.
Oh my, this is breathtakingly beautiful. So many lovely details add to the hazy atmosphere and the loss of innocence.
Thanks so much.
Your mum and sister’s inspiration worked beautifully. The imagery conjured a wistful, heartfelt vision of silent adoration.
Wow – your reply was just as beautiful 🙂
Beautiful and a bit heartwrenching. Unrequited love is a terrible thing, though it does make for a good read!
It does indeed and thanks for reading.
That was beautifully written indeed. How often does the one remain clueless to the other’s true feelings?
Thanks for the clarification on where you got your inspiration from! I was wondering there… 😉
I thought people might! Thanks for reading.
I liked the great summery imagery and contrast with January legs. Happy times and a sad ending.
Or a new beginning 🙂
So great… beautiful,, with that little sad longing to spice it up… so glad for you and the bookdeal….
Unrequited love…described beautifully and lazily. Great images and descriptions.
Thank you 🙂
Dear Louise,
I love it when I writer goes with some minute part of the picture and writes a story from it. Well done. Sweet, well-layered story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks very much Rochelle.
i like the idea of “January-pale stumpy legs” which is very appropriate for the story. it’s a beauty.
Thanks so much.
Beautifully written, Louise. The detail in this is quite amazing.
Thanks Sandra.
Delightful tale, expertly crafted.
Subtle, and yet so sensual.
Thanks very much.
Ooh, been there! Beautifully written.
Thank you.
Lovely depiction of childhood, tempered with the bitterness of the last line.
Thanks.
Your beautiful imagery reveals a great heartache. Well done!
Thank you Jan.
That was sunny and light with a twist. Very beautiful, sad, and so true for the emergence of longing.
Thanks very much.
Sweet, with nice little details. 🙂
Sorry this comment didn’t get through for some reason but big, albeit late, thanks for reading.
It happens. 🙂 I find comments in spam sometimes and wonder why when they look innocent.
I know! It’s like that hidden inbox on Facebook for messages. I’ve just found messages in there going back a good 12 months. Almost embarrassing to reply now.
Oh my, this hurts my heart. I want to tell her not to sell herself short. She’s all she ever wants to be and more.
Thanks Dawn – we all need to realise that I think.
Amazing amount of emotion is only 100 words. Masterfully done …!!!
Congratulations on the book … 📚
Isadora 😎
Thanks on both counts 🙂
Beautifully written, and so sad.
Thanks so much for reading.
It’s hard not to compare ourselves to others, especially those we are close to, although It never turns out well. Beautifully written, Louse.
Thanks very much Amy.
There are probably a lot of people who never make their true feelings known for one reason or another. Good descriptions and well written, Louise. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thanks Suzanne.
My heart aches for him!
Thanks.