Friday Fictioneers – Memories

This is my first entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and pointed out to me by Freya. Just follow the rules: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.) Comments are welcome!

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There I am in front of the phone box. I bite my nails and shuffle my feet. I keep checking the time. I am too early. I know this but I check anyway.

I pull the letter out of my pocket again and read it for the hundredth time:

Be at the phone box in Kennedy Street at 3 pm, the one with the funny sticker. By then I’ll have told my mum and we can finally move in together. I’ll ring you and you can come and pick me up.
Love S

This was 39 years ago. I have just passed the spot where this phone used to be after reciting kaddish for you for the first time. The first of a long series. You’ll never phone me again.

24 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Memories

  1. Aww 39 years is a long time. Memories are like that though aren’t they? Strong like it was yesterday. Really well done!

  2. Quite interesting, though I personally beg for more on the story. This is said by someone who reads the book, then watches the movie, then reads the book again, then a critical analysis on the book, then the book again, then finally says Aha!

    Evocative writing, this.

    • Thank you Leora. I had another ending in mind when I started but the story would have been too long. Then the last sentence imposed itself and I wrote the lines in between.

  3. Dear Hannah,
    Baruch HaBa’ah. I loved this story on many levels. You managed to evoke a lot of emotion in a few words. The fact that she recited Kaddish spoke volumes to me. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
    PS. My first novel which is being shopped around by my agent bears the working title, “Please Say Kaddish for Me.”

    • Thank you Rochelle for your welcoming words. I am glad you liked the story. I like the title of your novel and in fact it makes me think of a conversation I had recently.

  4. That’s a great story of lost love. I wonder what happened. Sorry I couldn’t read this last week, but my computer was on the fritz and I didn’t get to a lot of them.

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