Pink House on Pelican Way – AR
“One …two …three …right here! Make a left after the third street onto Seashell Dr. Then a right on Pelican Way. It is the pink house on the end.” Roni could hardly contain her excitement.
He would be happy to see her. She smiled at the thought of him. Memories of them came rushing back. Summers spent laughing together on the beach; moonlight swims underneath the stars, stolen kisses, and forbidden love.
It was Thanksgiving, and she was coming home, to him. Tomorrow they would be married.
Sometimes the impossible can become possible and dreams do become reality.
Thanks for reading!
This post is part of Friday Fictioneers.
This weeks photo prompt – photo credit @Sandra Cook
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this was such a nice story. Loved it
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Thank you! I appreciate your comment very much 🙂
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Dear Arl,
It’s nice to read a story with a happy ending. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very sweet.. Thanksgiving is the right time
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Beautiful romance. I hope the reality matches.
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Thank you! One can always hope …
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A very happy tale. I hope they go from strength to strength. (Crook not Cook 🙂 )
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Thank you Sandra! 🙂
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Man, there is a lot of soppy stuff this week!
Nice job, Arl.
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Haha! Maybe it is the holidays? Thank you 🙂
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Lovely happy piece.
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Thank you Patrick.
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Such a romantic, happy story, I love it.
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Some weeks it is murder and mayhem; at others, it is love and mush. I think we need the romance now and again!
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Gorgeous. 🙂
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Sounds like she has a turkey waiting (Sorry, I couldn’t help myself). Lovely story, Arl. And if they get married on Thanksgiving, they won’t ever have to worry about going out for anniversary dinners.
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