Hello Blog Friends,
Priorhouse is still in a bit of a blog pause mode, but had to check because it is time for another triple shot fiction post.
I hope the challenge hosts do not mind, but every now and then (like here) I like to combine my three favorite fiction challenges into a single post.
Part 1: Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers (here) gave us this mansion prompt:
Early departure (Fiction word count: 99)
After a three-hour drive, we arrived at the mansion to a feigned welcome.
“Oh, wow, you guys came.”
“Well, yeah…. we RSVP’d….”
“Um, yes. (fake smile) Glad you’re here. The coatroom is down there.”
Meandering to our dinner seats, anger and rejection turned to softness.
With a gentle smile I knew not to take it personal. Family relations are sometimes strained. It happens. Just how it is….
Gracefully, I told our hostess, my sister, we’d be slipping out before dessert because of the long drive. It was true, but wasn’t the only reason; our early departure was also a matter of dignity.
Part 2: Sunday Photo Fiction
Late Departure (fiction word count: 200)
After leaving the party early, with a sense of dignified pleasure, the car park was closed for the night. We could access our vehicle, but valet had the master key.
What could we do?
“Let’s grab a change of clothes and brainstorm while getting into jeans.”
Sitting on the coffee shop patio, with a 4,000-dollar sequined gathered-waist gown in my travel bag, with the hubs’ rolled-up tux beside it – we talked. The sun was setting and the conversating was good. We talked about the family mansion, now in my sister’s care, the beauty – and all that headache maintenance as well. We discussed the cold vibe – rudeness. We didn’t mind missing dessert, but felt loss for not being able to enjoy family. Perhaps another time.
“Now, what do we do with this wide-open schedule?”
“Hey, how about if I check last-minute flights?”
“Okay, but no place north. Only south.”
After some searching – and another cup of tea – the destination unfolded.
“A red-eye flight to the Bahamas – leaving at eleven – return flight in two days.”
“We could manage that!”
Making our way towards the airport, which was across the street, we smiled with adventure for this late departure.
Part 3: What Pegman Saw
Delayed Departure (fiction word count: 150)
Waking up to crystal blue water with 200-foot visibility – led to a deep-exhale smile.
While shopping for beachwear, we bumped into an old neighbor.
“Kathy??? Is that you?”
smiles led to hugs
Hearing about Kathy’s current loss and mode of grief, made my heart swell with appreciation for the basics.
As Kathy talked, my mind wandered.
The coldness from my family still stung, but somehow felt trivial now. ‘Maybe we’ll join them at Thanksgiving,’ I thought….. ‘Nah… but we can still find ways to keep’em in our lives without axing them completely; love’em with healthy boundaries.’
Kathy asked if we’d be on the island next Tuesday because they had extra tickets to a white-tie fundraiser gala.
“Oh wait, you probably don’t have anything dressy to wear.”
“Actually, we do have formal wear with us. Don’t ask….
So let’s see if we can delay our departure.”
Well thanks for reading and please click on the links if you feel like joining in with some fiction this week – or click if you want to read some more entries. You won’t be disappointed.
Closing Thoughts (via comics):