It was a sunny day when they met. Her number was 088 and his was 880. They joked about being mirror images of each other and ending up running the marathon together.
It was a sunny day when they had their first date. She packed a picnic basket. He brought wine and drove them to the beach. They ate fruit and cheese and splashed in the waves.
It was a sunny day when he proposed to her. They hiked through the woods and up a gently-sloped craggy hillside. He asked for her hand at the top of a waterfall, and the brilliant diamond glittered on her finger.
It was a sunny day when they got married. They stood under a floral archway in front of two hundred of their family and friends. He never looked more dashing. Her beauty captivated him.
It was a sunny day when their twins were born. They were taking a stroll around the park, and her water broke—two months early. He rushed her to the hospital and she delivered healthy, albeit small, babies.
It was a sunny day when their son and daughter graduated. Both parents beamed with pride—their family was complete. Perfect. They couldn’t be happier. Her heart was full as he held her hand.
It was a sunny day when she buried her husband. A massive heart attack took him from her, but she was the one whose heart broke. Clouds rolled in and covered the sun, shadows stretching across the cemetery and over his casket.
Later that night, the storm came.
This story inspired by the WordPress daily prompt: Sunny.
That was absolutely poetic Staci! Beautiful and touching.
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Thank you, Janna.
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Reminds me of that song “100 years “. Great description of life through the and use of repetition with ‘sunny’ – I like the storm coming, too. Nice little short!
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Thank you!
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It shows not all sunny days have happy endings.
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Too true.
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This was a touching short story. It reminds me that our “sunny” days are the days when we are surrounded by our loved ones – because they’re a part of us. But when they’re gone we realize that we are actually alone. I imagine that storm of the discomfort of feeling lonely, and losing a part of ourselves that we’ll never get back.
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That’s exactly the deeper meaning I was going for. So glad you were able to take that away with you. 🙂
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Heartbreaking – just knew it wouldn’t end well – but soooo good!
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Thanks. I got a sense of foreboding when I got the prompt. It had to build that way. I think that uneasy feeling is part of the experience. I hope I got it right.
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Beautiful piece Staci.
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Thank you, Jessica. I hope you’re feeling better!
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Powerful piece of work. You mentioned experimenting in the comments. I’m highly in favor of experimenting, and it can yield lovely results lilke today.
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Thanks, Craig. I’m a firm believer in experimenting. Of course, I’m always happier when the experiment yields good results. But even a flop teaches me something.
Thank you for the kind words and support.
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It’s so true. Success for one and education for the other. Doesn’t seem like a down side.
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That one reached deep inside and plucked heartstrings. Beautiful, sad, perfect.
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“Perfect” is a powerful word. Thanks, Mae.
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OMG this brought tears to my eyes. Great writing!
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Thank you, Joan.
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I really like this… well done.
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Thank you. I don’t usually write without dialogue or description (and I never write in omniscient voice), but the story just came to me this way, and I didn’t see the value of adding the typical fiction treatments to this piece. It was an experiment, and a risk, but I’m glad to see it paid off. At least, it worked for you. 🙂
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