Copyright – John Nixon
Friday Fictioneers Central is where you can find the instructions for submitting your own 100 words story and the other submissions. A bit rushed this week, but I’m determined to keep on schedule with my blog posts.
The peace I’ve found in these woods for the past two years is sunk in an instant, like a ship dashed on the rocks of its home port. My feet involuntarily step backwards. He turns and sees me.
“Nat?” He smiles, almost politely.
“You’re back.”
“I never thought I’d find you here. You always said these woods were ugly.”
“I guess, after two years, I learned to see the beauty you saw.”
“There was another thing I said was beautiful, and you didn’t agree.”
I stand bashfully behind a dead looking tree trunk.
“I still have trouble believing that.”
To Be A Magician 
sweet story! 🙂
Very sweet.
Nice story. I like the phrase “a ship dashed on the rocks of its home port.” That says a lot.
I agree. I liked that as well.
janet
Lovely story. I hope they go on to greater things.
Aww, sweet 🙂
lot of contradictory emotions splashed ! guess that’s how life is. 🙂
Nice story, very believable dialogue.
Well done
Dee
beautiful dialogue you have here. believable and sweet.
I know a girl that however many times I say she looks beautiful, she always replies in the negative. We’ve been married 14 years now and it still goes the same way. Your story is lovely, and familiar.
Dear Lauren,
My guess is that Nat is short for Natalie. Beautiful little piece. I think he’s ready to make her believe in her own beauty.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This is so touching! Excellent story – thanks Nan 🙂
Lovely story. I really liked that opening sentence.