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A Countryside Romance
#WritcoStoryPrompt107
The bright, gentle, intermittent light produced by fireflies is great for courtship. Write a tale in response to it.
Driving through the bumpy roads of the countryside, she had quickly realized it was exactly the same as years before. There was neither any building development nor any road repairs done. She thought what good it
was that she moved out to the mainland when she did. Though most country-folk would probably disagree that even if
the mainland had more to offer than the countryside, in terms of attractive houses, better employment opportunities and jobs, it couldn't hold a candle to the beauty and majesty of the countryside where they lived.
Maybe that was the ineradicable pride of the common country-folk, so ingrained that a few years away to the big city couldn't change that intrinsic habit, but when she felt
the crisp air on the hairs of her skin and the sunlight that broke the vastness of leaves on a seemingly endless row of trees, the memory of the house where she grew up with her now deceased parents stood firm in the center of her mind. The urge arose in her to pay a visit to that place of serenity, once again, as it did some years ago for her to come, upon first taking a leave of absence from her job, when she found out about her fiance's infidelity. Thankfully, she got over this as she visited her parents' graves site situated several feet at the back of their abandoned house. Then like now, thanks to them, she found peace and comfort but sadness soon followed as she burst out in tears when her heart's ache reminded her of how much she missed them. As she began carefully treading through the field of flowers, she felt the gaze of someone upon her. Looking up, she saw a familiar face. It was the face of her childhood crush who she had to give up on and leave behind when she took off for the mainland to fulfil her dreams and aspirations. That tall, dark and handsome guy that had all the girls talking and blushing was slowly but steadily approaching her. Her cheeks flushed red illuminated further by the glow of the evening moon, the twinkling of stars overhead and the bright gentle intermittent light produced by the fireflies flying before their eyes which created nothing but the perfect atmosphere for the beginning of a new romance. One that would hopefully end much better than the last one did - with her being played by a player - one where she wasn't hasty into a relationship with a guy then eight months later, asking for marriage when she barely understood the guy's motives and feelings towards her, all because she was 35 soon approaching 40, and her biological clock was coo-cooing. If she was going to pray her hardest like her late mother taught her, it was going to be about this. To get married to this guy after talking with and getting to know him well which would mean he is the one God sent to her and the one she'd spend the rest of her life with.
© St. Clair
The bright, gentle, intermittent light produced by fireflies is great for courtship. Write a tale in response to it.
Driving through the bumpy roads of the countryside, she had quickly realized it was exactly the same as years before. There was neither any building development nor any road repairs done. She thought what good it
was that she moved out to the mainland when she did. Though most country-folk would probably disagree that even if
the mainland had more to offer than the countryside, in terms of attractive houses, better employment opportunities and jobs, it couldn't hold a candle to the beauty and majesty of the countryside where they lived.
Maybe that was the ineradicable pride of the common country-folk, so ingrained that a few years away to the big city couldn't change that intrinsic habit, but when she felt
the crisp air on the hairs of her skin and the sunlight that broke the vastness of leaves on a seemingly endless row of trees, the memory of the house where she grew up with her now deceased parents stood firm in the center of her mind. The urge arose in her to pay a visit to that place of serenity, once again, as it did some years ago for her to come, upon first taking a leave of absence from her job, when she found out about her fiance's infidelity. Thankfully, she got over this as she visited her parents' graves site situated several feet at the back of their abandoned house. Then like now, thanks to them, she found peace and comfort but sadness soon followed as she burst out in tears when her heart's ache reminded her of how much she missed them. As she began carefully treading through the field of flowers, she felt the gaze of someone upon her. Looking up, she saw a familiar face. It was the face of her childhood crush who she had to give up on and leave behind when she took off for the mainland to fulfil her dreams and aspirations. That tall, dark and handsome guy that had all the girls talking and blushing was slowly but steadily approaching her. Her cheeks flushed red illuminated further by the glow of the evening moon, the twinkling of stars overhead and the bright gentle intermittent light produced by the fireflies flying before their eyes which created nothing but the perfect atmosphere for the beginning of a new romance. One that would hopefully end much better than the last one did - with her being played by a player - one where she wasn't hasty into a relationship with a guy then eight months later, asking for marriage when she barely understood the guy's motives and feelings towards her, all because she was 35 soon approaching 40, and her biological clock was coo-cooing. If she was going to pray her hardest like her late mother taught her, it was going to be about this. To get married to this guy after talking with and getting to know him well which would mean he is the one God sent to her and the one she'd spend the rest of her life with.
© St. Clair
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