Tuesday, 25 November 2014

An Evening Jaunt

Wednesday 19 November 2014 – Tuesday 25 November 2014
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1)      Use the photo(s) and prompt to write a 500-word story; all elements
of the prompt must be a feature in the brief story you create. We aren’t
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a new, unrelated, word is not. (To see an example of a “1 photo/5 word” story see Faith, Hope, Love, and Pink by one of our hosts, Debb Stanton.)

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And now to the good stuff, the prompts for this week: 


Louisa looked out of the bedroom window, the light was fading, the street lights were warming up with an orange glow before they fluoresced in to a brighter, whiter light.  Pulling on her jeans she struggled a bit as she fought the zip, the denim material was tight after its wash but would soon meld to her figure as she moved around.

Wandering down the stairs she entered the kitchen assembled some sandwiches with cooked chicken, sliced tomatoes, sprinkling the red fruit with a smidgen of rock salt.  Wrapping the food in cling film, then in a plastic container she added a bar of Galaxy chocolate (for comfort you understand) and a packet of crisps.

She called Billy, urging him to hurry up down the stairs because they were leaving in five minutes.  Filling the thermos flask up with hot coffee she completed their evening hamper.
Billy, almost eleven years old, bounded down the stairs, his feet were growing faster than his body which had already managed a growing spurt in the last few weeks.  

Wrapped up warmly against the autumnal weather they walked briskly towards the park.  The large wrought iron gates led to the side of the canal and the walkway beside it with the reflection of the lights from the lamp posts catching in water.  

The boughs and branches of the trees bent towards the water, the fallen leaves on the tow path crackled underneath their feet.

The festive music wafted over to them, getting louder as they approached the main area.  Billy gripped his mother’s hand and then let go suddenly as soon as he spied a few of his school mates.   Louisa smiled to herself, he was growing up really fast, too old now to hold her hand like a small child, there were no more kisses goodbye in public either these days although she did manage to elicit a goodnight kiss from him before he scurried into his bedroom and jumped under his duvet cover.

Louisa noticed somebody frantically waving to get her attention.  She smiled and waved back at Charlie, as Billy bounded up to his dad full of excitement with his cheeks glowing healthily in the night air.  The magician’s tent was behind his dad who gave him the entrance fee and along with his mates Billy disappeared inside to enjoy the show for an hour or so. 

Charlie took the hamper from Louisa, held her hand and guided her round the side of the tent to another part of the fair.  Waiting patiently for them was a pony and trap with a driver sitting up top swathed in a black cloak and hat with a fancy whip in his hand.  

Charlie handed his wife up into the carriage, arranged the rugs around her knees and then joined her on the plush cushioned seats.  They set off for a romantic ride around the park, the bells on the pony’s harness jingling merrily away as Louisa snuggled into her husband’s warm embrace.

Word count: 499


  1. It does sound like he has quite the romantic evening planned.. Oh how I wish I could be Louisa right now.. snuggling up in my husbands warm embrace.. Maybe in ten years? When the kids are grown! HAHA! Thank you for sharing your story! It's truly wonderful!

  2. I must admit, I didn't expect Charlie to be her husband. I was picturing Louisa as a single mom or divorced mom.

  3. Hi Sally! I love coming over here to be treated by your richly detailed stories. That first paragraph is perfect. Thank you for stopping by to see me, and I hope that you guys have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

    Kathy M.