To Have and to Hold

Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.

It hadn’t been so bad, had it? Much better than expected, given where she’d started. It came down to her choosing the right companion. Despite that less than ideal start to their relationship. Despite their different backgrounds.

They’d refused to let those obstacles destroy them. Yes, they’d gone through trying times. Maybe they’d stayed together, during those times, to spite predictions that two people from opposite ends of society could never make it to ‘till death do us part’.

She kissed the urn, opened it and emptied his ashes into the ocean. She smiled through her tears.

‘Goodbye, my darling.’

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I read this week’s MFtS’s first sentence and the picture of an old woman with an urn in her hands popped into my head. If only it were that easy every day… Click here for more stories.

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Bit of a Mess

When Dave spots Harry staggering through the crowd of tourists, the tension that’s been building in his shoulders dissolves. He gives Harry a wave. Harry doesn’t seem to recognise him.

‘Listen, Sharleen, I have to go. I’ll count to ten now and you’ll go about your day as usual, okay?’

He hangs up. He needs to focus on Harry, who looks a mess.

‘Who are you?’

And Harry’s mind is in worse shape than the man himself. He guides Harry to a bench.

‘Don’t worry, mate. Nothing I can’t fix. Relax now. I am going to count down from ten.’

Stag Don’t

(c) Dee Lovering

I stagger through a crowd. Why am I wearing posh trousers, a white shirt and a wonky bow tie? No jacket, though.

‘Excuse me? Where am I?’

No reply – in many languages.

‘Help.’

People give me funny looks and a wide berth. I catch my reflection in a window: I look hungover, but not as bad as I feel.

Señor? Vuestros amigos lo buscan.’

Amigos. The boy points. I tell him merci – the only thing I can think of.

‘Mate. Crap, you had me worried. Better bring you back safely or Sharleen’ll have me bludgeoned.’

Who’s he? And who’s Sharleen?

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