The Friday Fictioneers, are a group of writers that come together, once a week, to share stories they have written based on a photo prompt. Go HERE to read or submit or your own story, or click on the little blue guy under my story. I read the new guidelines about listing my stories genre and chose “Romance.”
Copyright- Lora Mitchell
Ignoring the designer gown, champagne and elite guests, her soul broke free from the darkness. The dog and pony show her life had become tried to silence it, but she was listening now. Her money had become a third person in her marriage, a persuasive, destructive person.
Making her way to the garage, she was opening the car door when he spoke.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“It’s New Years Eve, I want Mom, meatballs and my sisters!”
“Not without me!” he shouted.
“Love you,” she said, slamming the car in gear.
“Love you more!” He smiled.
Musings From the Turnip Patch 
Love You says a lot, in different ways here. I loved the first paragraph and read it a few times before continuing.
I’m curious, what kind of a car is she driving?
Well, the story would dictate a Porsche or Ferrari, but I see her leaning toward a ’68 Charger or a Vintage Chevelle with a 4 barrel carb and Hurst shifter.
“Her money had become a third person in her marriage, a persuasive, destructive person.” True all to often, I think. Good insight.
I am with both Ted and Janet on this one….
Well done.
Tom
Nicely done. I’d go along with this… except for the meatballs.
Dear Ms. Turnip,
Sounds in the end as though she married the right guy. Tell her to send me the money. Problems solved. Good story.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Turnip,
This one left me smiling with him.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This was such a sweet story.
Very well done…
I like a happy ending. thank you.
Awww.. that’s such a sweet story. In the end, the heart always wants to go back home to family.
Hi Lora,
Thanks for the beautiful photo. Always interesting to see what the photographer will write. It seems we both chose to write storiies of romance and yours was well wrought. Ron
We made a big batch of meatballs and took to my cousin’s music party New Year’s Eve. They were a big hit–as was your story. Great job, Ms Turnip.
in this line – ” I want mom, meatballs and my sisters!” mom should be capitalized. let me know if you want the explanation, or if it was just a typo because you already know. love the family feel there. well done.
Correct, or why we need editors! Lol. Nice catch.
Nicely done. I’m happy to say my current situation matches your heroine. Happily married and broke!
Good to see love trump. It’s becoming a rare occurrence in the world we live in.
One reason why I love happy endings in fiction. The other things happen in the real world much too often.
I liked your story. I hope the new year beckons a new chapter in their life.