Small Acts
It was a simple note, hastily scrawled, but it made her smile. Leaving a note was a small thing that she appreciated and that he usually didn’t bother with; he’d even signed this one “I love you”.
According to the note he would be back from his errands in an hour. She decided, as a small act of reciprocation, to have his favorite snack ready and waiting for him.
When an hour and a half passed she was mildly annoyed; when two and a half hours passed she had gone from anger to worry; when the phone rang following the distant sirens, she trembled answering it.
She still has the note, reads it often and wonders what the rest of their lives together would have been had it not been for that terrible accident that took him so swiftly and unexpectedly that afternoon.
Take NOTE. It’s another Six Sentence Story prompt from Denise at GirlieOntheEdge. Drop by and leave a Six of your own or read the others.
Please read and write responsibly, six sentences at a time.
Oh no… I wish he skipped errands that day. I’m happy she has his note. Touching six.
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Wouldn’t be a story if he’d not gone out. Collateral damage.
Thanks for coming by, always a pleasure!
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Isn’t it something about the significance of notes. Now it’s more texts. I still write notes, but not as often. Honey likes when I put them in his lunch from time to time.
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I think this must be historical fiction, set in the time before texting. But even now notes have a place and are nice to get and to give.
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Sad situation; excellently told. Brought memories of a woman once worked with; her live-in lover, as she described him, went out one Sunday morning to buy a newspaper. And never returned. What happened to him? She assumed he had her. yet he didn’t take his clothes. She never voiced a thought that he’d had an accident and no identifying papers…?
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Whoa, that’s quite a mystery. It must be awful for her, the not knowing.
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I’m sure she was convinced he’d left her, perhaps for another woman. If she suspected anything other she didn’t let on.
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It’s always a good time to tell someone9 you love them. (K)
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You’re right.
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It’s a good thing she got his note. Sad that he had an accident.
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Yep. Thanks for coming by.
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Reading the above comments, I don’t know if texts are capable of creating the same time bridge that a written note, as in your Six would.
But thats just me speaking from the far side of the generational abyss.
Surely Time is the atlas from which most stories (both long and Six) are charted.
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Yeah, and as I just mentioned, this is then, historical fiction. I notice that when I write stories I seem to be back in that time before cell phones, seem to forget about the existence of such things.
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Similar vein over at my blog too. That note will be a treasure.
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Yes, I caught that. Or should I say, I noted it.
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Always leave a note and always say “I love you” because you never know.
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Yep.
Thanks, and have a great weekend.
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It didn’t take me long to realize this story was not going to end well, no happy ending here, but damn, that was well done!
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Thank you very much.
(I delight in getting a “damn” out of you.)
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A wonderful post!
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Thank you.
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So sad. Loved the feelings it evokes.
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Thanks.
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Sad story. I know it happens. My childhood friend’s husband went skiing tried to take a short cut at nightfalls and wasn’t found until 5 days later. 😥
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Yikes. That’s grim. I’m fortunate to write fiction.
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I know, D. I wish all the sad stories are just fiction.
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