Shattered Dreams

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 bridge.
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. ‘We had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but he’s late
‘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 cold concrete, 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.’

If this seems familiar, it’s a slight tweak of a Take Seven post I wrote almost two years ago. It came to mind with Fandango’s Story Starter today
We had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but…

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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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8 Responses to Shattered Dreams

  1. Sadje says:

    A sad ending Di. I hope she does finds someone worthy of her love.

  2. Fandango says:

    Nothing wrong with leveraging old posts when they’re relevant for a current prompt! I liked this a lot.

  3. murisopsis says:

    Dodged a bullet! She will find her prince – you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince!!

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