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This is my latest Friday Fictioneers submission. This week, I really struggled to think of anything and most of my ideas were essentially retreads of my highly evolved hermit crab story from a few weeks ago. I’m not sure where my inspiration came for this one but it is an idea I might explore in more detail in due course. Incidentally, I am increasingly aware that, since starting this blog, I’ve done almost nothing apart from Friday Fictioneers. I can’t promise that’ll change but I am-sort of-thinking about posting a belated review of Bruce Springsteen’s majestic new album though I expect apathy and an inability to write about music might get in the way. Other FF submissions, generally notpreceded by rambling prefaces like this can be found here
100 words, exactly.
Jack and Jill grew up in the only 2 houses their side of the valley. Their parents always assumed they’d get it together. For a while, the kids, being too young to know better, thought the same.
If it didn’t feel like love, it was because she didn’t know what love felt like. Jill moved on, took up with a married labourer from Swansea. Jack didn’t. He’s still there now, hoping she’ll come back. She didn’t when her old man died but Jack hopes she will before they flood the valley to make a reservoir. But if she doesn’t, he’ll wait.