“It’s not much,” Eric noted.
“That it isn’t,” Morris agreed. “Still …”
Eric nodded. It was better than their tent in the woods. “Walls look sturdy.”
“That they do.” Morris circled the dilapidated farmhouse, hands clasped behind his back. A habit left from years of teaching and one he wasn’t particularly happy to be reminded of.
It still hurt. To have been cast aside. To not be wanted anymore.
“So, she just left it for you?” Eric tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice. He’d hoped for some juicy details ever since Morris had told him about the inheritance.
“That she did,” Morris replied.
He remembered her, of course. Juliette, the brunette. They’d been a couple, in a manner of speaking. “What’s mine is yours,” she had promised. Years ago.
Then they’d parted.
Not once had he thought it to mean anything beyond what she’d shared with him then.
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
Poignant, a sadness there only hinted at. The pain of being cast aside… for both of them
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Yes! You SO got it ….! He got cast aside from his job, for whatever reason that was (which he obviously feels is unjustified), and he cast HER aside (for whatever reason that was, which she still forgave him for …).
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Yes, there is a sadness all round. Can’t help but wonder why he was still the recipient.
Now I want to know more ..
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Yeah, one wonders … did she not have someone else to leave it to? Did she know he’d fallen on hard times and wanted to do a kindness for him in memory of old times? Did she still pine for him all that time? Who knows …
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Exactly! And you leave us hanging with all these question… why you…..!
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😀 Blame Crispina – she’s the one limiting us to 150 words … 😉
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Hahaha!!
I still haven’t come up with anything… Dunno…
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🙂 Wanna write ‘chapter 2’ to what I’d began…? 😉
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Hmmm….
Now that’s a thought!
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😀
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Instigator
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(Looks behind her, sees no one. Stuffs more zucchini bread in her mouth). “Who, me?” 😉
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And that’s another thing…
Dammit. Last week I threw out three zucchinis that had been hidden at the back of my spare fridge (yeah, yeah, I know)
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Yeah, well, it happened here, too. To a poor head of lettuce (well half a head, but I don’t wanna be graphic …), and a cucumber that decided to hide under the apples … So, yeah, sometimes there are casualties in the fridge … This zucchini was saved today, and its cousins (new ones) are cooling their heels in the crisper, waiting for their destiny to be decided – quiche? stew? muffins? 😉
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Ugh… I feel ya!
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I suddenly have an idea…
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😀
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Na’ama Y’karah,
A good story for the prompt. Well written as always. You did leave me wondering. Guess I’ll head over to Dale’s page for the sequel. 😉
Shabbat Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks … 🙂 And … yeah, Dale sheds more light on it all … 🙂
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There is sadness–and questions–so now I’m off to read Dale’s, while wondering–will it feature zucchini? Maybe she dumped him because he ate the last slice of zucchini bread (this is just to say those slices of zucchini bread that you left in the icebox. . .) 😉
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Yeah, well, the zucchini bread might’a clinched it, but I think that there were other, bigger issues, that it would’ve reflected … 😉
And, yeah, Dale did a fabtabulous job adding context to this micro-story! 🙂
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🙂
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An intriguing and atmospheric piece.
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Thanks, Andrea, I’m glad you thought so! 🙂
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