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Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100
Last night was my first time on the dance floor since my husband died five years ago. And this happens. I’m not sure which aches more, my fractured ankle or my pride. Chuck must think I’m a klutz.
I wait for the hydrocodone to kick in.
Why’d I let my pushy sister talk me into a blind date?
“I’m not ready,” I’d insisted.
“If not now—when?”
My phone rings.
Chuck’s delicious voice caresses my ear. “Sorry about my overgrown clodhoppers. I’d like to make it up to you over dinner. May I come over?”
Perhaps I’m ready after all.
Happily the above story is pure fiction. 😀 He’s very much alive, for which I’m grateful! Our friends and family gave us 6 months. Happy 49th Anniversary to my first husband, Jan Wayne Fields.