Five Card Story: Young love

stories: prev | random | next

a Networked Narratives story by evelyn davis created Aug 17 2017, 05:46:08 am. Create a new one!


flickr photo credits: (1) Mind on Fire Photography (2) Mind on Fire Photography (3) Mind on Fire Photography (4) Mind on Fire Photography (5) Mind on Fire Photography


about this story

Pink heat, summer love, the trip of a lifetime and they nosed their way through the tumultuous traffic till they finally reached their destination... a small farmlet on the outskirts of a tiny hamlet in the mountains. On the old stone wall that ran around the property there sat three gorgeous ripe pears, suggesting untold possiblities of fertility and fecundity and pure frivolity! "The three pears of F, "said Jules as he helped Maria out of the dilapidated Vauxhall, "What does the future hold for us?" "All three, i hope".replied Maria. But the next day when they emerged from the tiny stone cottage, the weather had worsened, the barometer had plummeted, summer was gone, the snow was falling and the fruit was spoiled. "Goodness", said Maria, "I hope this isn't a ghastly portent for our relationship!". "Never!" cried Jules as he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and led her to the cosy fire he had lit in the small kitchen. They sat together sharing stories of love and passion and hopes and dreams and their childhoods. He told her of how how he used to practise his cello in the evenings on days just as cold as this and about the day when his grandmother had bequeathed him her own famous cello because he had finally attained a standard for which she had longed. He told Maria how his grandmother had tears in her eyes and how tenderly he felt about his cello. She in turn told stories of her own childhood and the magic of Christmas when it was snowing outside and her father let her help with the lights and how they had all fallen off the tree and looked like a mound of sparkling jewels and the cat came and her father was laughing and the cat was purring and it seemed impossible that life could ever be more perfect or more intimate. And he said, "And here we are, making new memories of tender intimate moments, and he leaned over and kissed her, and they gazed into the glittering embers of the fire and thought of the child who would soon be born to them.

share this story

permalink to story: http://5card.cogdogblog.com/show.php?id=40771

Copy/Paste Story

Click once to select, then copy and paste HTML to your own blog/website.

create a different story from these same cards

Do you have another interpretation of the story behind these pictures? Add it to the collection as a new story!


flickr photo credits: (1) Mind on Fire Photography (2) Mind on Fire Photography (3) Mind on Fire Photography (4) Mind on Fire Photography (5) Mind on Fire Photography

For security purposes, please enter the correct words matching the images (blame the spammers):

stories: prev | random | next