As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.  She sat gracefully and snuggled up against his warm and welcoming body.  Every inch of his body sensed her presence, as he opened his arms to her.

“I came to give you an answer,” she said, “I will.”

As was his want, he answered with a delightful laugh – the laugh that turned her heart to him when they first met.  What a future they would share.

Everything was gorgeous, exactly as weddings should be.  Grand proclamations were made to the bride and groom.  And he laughed as she giggled at the perfect wedding for a perfect couple.

But time was not a friend to the newly-weds.  Bills stacked up, children were born, careers were cut short. Time was too short.  Activities had to be dropped. The ones that had brought the laughter were the first to go.

Defeat was written on their faces.

Now embittered, alone, and disillusioned she looks at the  laughing stars longing to hear his laugh again.  A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all, but alas, life is never a lifetime of laughter.


Thanks, M., for the prompts.  As you see I have covered the prompts for three days.  It was fun.  https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/01/01/january-writing-prompts-2/

  1.  A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
  2. As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
  3. Every inch of his body sensed her presence.

Image: Thanks, Pixabay



About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Faye says:

    I appreciate how you handled the prompts. Good Story.

  2. pranabaxom says:

    Reminded me of a Harold Robins title : Dreams Die First.

  3. Well done, Oneta! But which prompts are M’s and which ones are mine? 😉

    • oneta hayes says:

      I don’t know. If I give you credit I need to, don’t I? I read that you had contributed but I supposed I was getting the cream of a “two for one.” 😀 Of these three #2 is yours. The one for today (I’ll post tomorrow but it’s done.) about the light across the lake is yours. How am I doing?

  4. grAnnie Roo says:

    Snif. Oh, when will we ever learn…

  5. ~M says:

    Love how you used all of these! I’m sorry I’m behind on approving pingbacks. Please forgive me, I’m still trying to catch up from the holidays. 😉

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