Sara, in luxurious comfort, was clothed in bubble wrap and serenaded by the crumpling of gift wrap. Why could Frank not understand! She was freezing in “stuff”. He loved her. He would give the world for her to be happy – with him.
Outdoors looked cold. It invited her to memories. The applauding, the cheering, the whistles. The feel of power as she spun on her toes. She was never cold on the ice. Her “being” was warmed from the glow of achievement.
“Want anything else, Darling?” he asked.
No, Frank was not the problem. Belonging to him was the problem.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge by Rochelle https://rochellewisoff.com/
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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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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I love this. Please continue.
You would agree with me that being is much more important than having. You would also agree that we are not fully “being” except in Christ. That’s another story.
I most certainly agree.
Nicely nuanced conclusion
Thank you.
sad but contemplative story. Thank you.
Thank you.
Good one, Oneta. No one wants to be owned.
“two shall be one” certainly does not mean one owns the other! Sara and Frank need a long honest talk.
Perhaps with a wise, experienced mediator 🙂
Yep. Someone like me! 😀
A powerful piece that many might learn from
Thank you, Michael. I’ve been married 67 years. My husband and I have had very different interests the past several decades. He is very active, healthy eater, soccer referee, etc. Me? I’m an indoor lover. If we were not trusting and generous with allowing each other to develop in ways that edify each, life could have been miserable. Our commitment to marriage might have kept us together but we have never “belonged” to each other accept in ways to be proud of each other. In spite of our differences I believe “we two have been one.” In times where we have to make choices that vastly affects the other, I respect his decision – sometimes after a hissy fit. 😀
Unfortunately for him, it sounds as if she’s made up her mind to break free.
I think she would have already done so if the stuff had not already trapped her. 😀
Hi Oneta,
I had come by to read your story before but don’t see it here. Perhaps, it’s gone to SPAM. There are times comments go there when it’s the first time commenting.
In all relationships, freedom for the other person to ‘Be’ who they are is important. Like you, I’ve been married a long time (55years) … I was a baby …LOL seriously, It takes work, commitment, and freedom of the other person’s spirit to stay together. Glad to have met you through FF and again at The Cafe. Be Safe … Isadora 😎
I will enjoy the journey with you. Thanks for the nice comment.