Friday Fictioneers – Morning Glory

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Mum was yelling from the bottom of the stairs: I was late, again.

Bleary eyed, I reached for my jeans.

Disaster!

On each knee a sticky, wet grass stain. Pulling them closer to inspect the dark green patches I could smell it: strawberries. It was on my hands too, and in the hair on my arms. Suddenly it was everywhere.

Fumbling, excited fingers checked the pockets:

A crumpled McDonald’s receipt, a daisy chain and a torn corner of pink notepaper – on it a number and five swirly kisses beside a smiley face.

I felt dizzy.

Was this love?

Mum yelled again.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. 

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21 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Morning Glory

  1. Helena Hann-Basquiat

    Ah, the panic of stolen romance and young love. Loved the details of the things pulled from the pockets, and the smell of strawberries. Sounds like someone’s been fooling around in a strawberry patch. What a lovely idea…

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  2. sustainabilitea

    Really good, Paul. I love the way you “showed, not told” by what you revealed, and left us with the teenage emotions that are all over the place. “Bleary-eyed” gets a hyphen, leaving you one more word if you want to go really crazy. 🙂

    janet

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  3. aliciajamtaas

    A crumpled McDonald’s receipt, a daisy chain and a torn corner of pink notepaper – on it a number and five swirly kisses beside a smiley face. Was this love?

    Sometimes – That’s what it’s all about. Lovely.

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  4. siobhanmcnamara

    Ah, those bleary-eyed moments in the morning between dream and waking. Nice that he had something definite to tell him it really happened. I wondered from the title where this story would go …… 🙂

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