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Just the idea of a clandestine meeting thrilled
Grace, whose life had been devoid of romance.
Living in a small town like Creeping
Cove gave her few men options.
Oh, there had been Stanley, whose discovery of a mastodon ten years ago had garnered moments of fame, but the
mammoth warts on his nose and his face made him too garish
and ugly for serious consideration.
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As Grace climbed down the stones
to the cove, a familiar voice called out to here, “Over here!” Grace followed the voice where a couple
walked hand in hand.
“Stanley?....” Grace gasped as
she came close to the handsome man.
Stanley smirked, irony dripping with each word, “After
the mastodon, I went on to discover other incredible finds. The money allowed me to have several surgical procedures. And this is Alice, my surgeon and my wife.”
He paused. “I just wanted to thank you for your kindness to me before my success. If only you could have accepted me, warts and all..."
He paused. “I just wanted to thank you for your kindness to me before my success. If only you could have accepted me, warts and all..."
Alice and Stanley walked away,
wart-less and happy.
Grace climbed back up the rocks,
cursing all the way.
Delores at Under the Porch Light faithfully posts 6 words (sometimes very odd words) as a prompt for a genre of your choice. This week Delores also provided "...under the mat and off the grid" AND a photo. You really must visit her site by clicking on the lonely train tracks in the right side-bar.
You will never know what you create.
Delores at Under the Porch Light faithfully posts 6 words (sometimes very odd words) as a prompt for a genre of your choice. This week Delores also provided "...under the mat and off the grid" AND a photo. You really must visit her site by clicking on the lonely train tracks in the right side-bar.
You will never know what you create.
