Soul Mates?

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Photo prompt (c) Lucy Fridkin

Soul mates?

Word 102

 “So?”

“I passed!” Julie’s eyes shone as she served John coffee.

“I knew it!” John squeezed her hand. “How are you celebrating?”

“I have a…a date.”

“Oh.” John stood up.

“Don’t go! Please?” Julie muttered.

John fidgeted whilst Julie waited tables.

She returned. “I am nervous about my blind date.”

“Why go on a blind date?”

“I don’t know any nice guys.”

“So, I’m not a nice guy?”

Julie blushed. “I didn’t say that.”

“Come out with me.” He asserted.

Julie’s eyes sparkled.

John smiled.

He was one step closer his goal – a qualified wife who was used to serving.

***

I have a confession, I was traveling and when I came back I dropped in on Rochelle’s page and her story which led me to wmqcolby’s story, the stimulating comment section and one thing led to another – what I am trying to say is that this story of John and Julie is inspired by Stood up? and Blind Date? And the ensuing discussion of course 😉 Sorry just couldn’t resist 😀

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Lucy Fridkin for the photo prompt and Rochelle for hosting the challenge. You can read the other stories here

Thanks for reading and don’t forget to let me know what you thought!

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Dahlia

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29 thoughts on “Soul Mates?”

  1. Dahlia, I am flattered. This is yet another good story brought about by conversation. Love it! So, John’s kind of opportunistic. OK. Maybe he’s tired and needs a wife who is serving and not “self-serving.” My take on it, anyway (which could lead to another conversation and it might). Good to see a particular view of things.

    Five out of five coffees.

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    1. Thank you – for your story and being such a sport! I had so much fun with this 😀 I do like your take and hope it sparks off another conversation as well – fingers crossed. Off to down my coffees 😀

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  2. I don’t know. I think John’s thoughts are a bit creepy. What is she becomes ill and can’t serve? I didn’t hear him thinking “love” at all. Good writing. I hope you and yours weren’t anywhere near the cyclone, Dahlia. —- Suzanne

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