“ Nereida, meet me at our usual spot on the beach.”
Memories rapidly flooded her mind. She remembered the first time they’d met. He was walking with his metal detector along the shore. She was photographing the hazy afternoon sky. He had glanced her way.
“Do you always photograph people passing by?”, he said.
“No, only the good looking ones,” she replied.
Thus, the beginning of what would turn out to be a whirlwind romance.
He’d found an antique timepiece that day. It would be her wedding gift.
The lone bench awaited the lovers. A plaza in the center of town seemed like the perfect spot for their rendezvous. They’d spoken about meeting to make future plans. He was enthralled by her beauty. It was getting harder and harder for him to wait for her to try to sneak away. Now, they would discuss her escape from her husbands brutal ways. Time was passing. He grew suspiciously impatient. What was the delay? No matter, she would soon be his. But, sadly, it was not meant to be. How could they have known, her husband would come home early, that day, and kill her.
The Speak Easy at Yeah Write has challenged us to write.
Your piece must include the following sentence as the FIRST line: “There was a time
when things were different.”
Here are the rules:
Your post must be dated February 2, 2013, or later.
Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
Your piece must include the following sentence as the FIRST line: “There was a time when things were different.”
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