Him~Flash Fiction

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Watching him was one of her favorite things to do on a Saturday afternoon. Finding him was never a problem for her. He was always down at the rickety garage working on her newest rival. Today, it was a baby blue low-bed truck. Not a new truck mind you. It was always one 0f those old, pure grit models from bygone days. Admiring his absorption in the process of determinedly repairing those old relics as truly a work of devoted art.

Moved by her love for him, she brought him a glass of cold, sweet tea. As she approached him, he stopped as if sensing her nearness and smiled like sunshine. Theirs was a love with the kind 0f freedom that is born of respect. Not some candy cane, one-night stand, kind of infatuation. There was a deep knowing that this love would last through the ages.


© Carol Campbell

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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22 thoughts on “Him~Flash Fiction”

  1. “Not some candy cane, one-night stand, kind of infatuation. There was a deep knowing that this love would last through the ages.” we all seek that and I hope we all find it 🙂 This is a sweet story for a snowy Friday!

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  2. It sounds like a “gentler, kinder” version from the guy on the Home Improvement TV show some years back. He may be absorbed in the cars, but he’s more absorbed with his dear wife. Like it should be. Very nice story.

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