Take Seven #8

Here we go with the bumper combination of this week’s Three Things Challenges.
Your 21 words were

Child, comfort, composition, dim, fairy, figure, handsome, jetty, music, nod, pillar, pitch, planning, stranger, stuck, surf, tadpole, toe, valise, wait, wave.

As a young child, she had taken the tadpoles out of the garden pond in the hope of one developing into a handsome prince as per the fairy tale. Her mother hadn’t been too happy with tiny frogs hopping about all over her kitchen, and when confronted with the thought that she’d have to actually kiss one to find her prince, well, all frogs were banished back to the pond and beyond.

Now, some thirty years later, in the pitch of night, she walked along the shore finding comfort in the darkness, her feet kissing the surf as the sand tickled her toes.
The water had its own music, wave upon wave of unique composition, a cascade of lapping melody developing into a crescendo as she approached the jetty.
He would be here soon.
Not her prince, but the one she loved, the one she was planning to run away with.
She heard a car engine approaching in the distance and turned to see the headlights dim as the vehicle parked up.
She waited patiently, her valise already secreted away in readiness.
The figure was stooped and pulled the collar up around their neck against the rising wind.
She suddenly felt cold. And afraid.
This was not her beloved.
‘Are you Meggie?’ asked a total stranger.
She nodded silently.
‘He’s not coming. And won’t be. Ever.’
‘Why?’ she cried.
‘He’s already married. Has been for seven years. You’re not the first to be taken in.’
She crumpled to her knees.
‘I’m so sorry,’ he said gently, reaching down to help her stand. ‘Can I take you home?’
She shook her head.
‘Thank you, but no.’
Her tears joined the water as it swirled and eddied around the pillars, carrying her dreams out to sea.
‘Will you be OK?’
‘I guess. Shouldn’t have believed in fairy tales I suppose.’
She laughed bitterly,and leaving the messenger totally baffled, added.
‘Maybe I should have stuck to tadpoles.’

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Take Seven #8

  1. SarahC says:

    This is good stuff combo here 🙂

  2. Ramya Vivek says:

    Loved this tale. Wonderful use of all prompts!

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