Young love is an extraordinary thing.
She held the picnic basket, full of fresh-baked bread just for him. He carried two pieces of cardboard.
It was her favourite spot. It was his first time.
They sat on one piece each at the top of the grassy slope.
‘Johnny, the picnic spot’s just at that first rock. So don’t go sliding all the way down the-’
They probably should’ve discussed it earlier.
By the time Johnny made it back up he was sweaty, red-faced and significantly less attractive. She noticed her bread had gone stale.
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39 responses to “Young love (Friday Fictioneers)”
I think their relationship, like the bread, has probably seen its best moments. I loved the image of them sitting on their respective pieces of cardboard.
Thanks Sandra. Were you tempted to slide down that hill in Dorset? It was the first thing I thought of!
No, I’d have had to walk up it first, and that would have been the last thing I’d have thought of. 😦
Steep climb that must’ve taken a long time for the bread to go stale. Good one.
Lol, I thought the same. Maybe the bread, like their relationship, was already past its best 🙂
Haha, yes good point. Maybe he should have checked the used by date before committing to the slide down.
Ahhh, bread, like love, can be stale in an instant. Thanks for your comment 🙂
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Ah this is really sweet. Great imagery conjured up.
Thanks FF!! Just realised you have the same initials as Friday Fictioneers which makes it quite a mouthful: “Look at this lovely comments from Fabricating Fiction on Friday Fictioneers!” 🙂
Our very own tongue twister. Thanks Jessie!
Ah, the ups and downs of young love…Very charming, indeed.
Thanks Snow’s 🙂
I love the implied metaphor of the stale bread.
Very clever, and well done.
Thank you! Glad you got the metaphor 🙂
It’s a tale to tell their grandchildren.
Thanks Mick! Maybe they can take the grandkids back one day.
Single cardboard so early on in the relationship? Cruel author.
Haha thanks Patrick. Maybe they’ll double it up again in a later episode.
I like the story starts and ends with exactly the same sentence, and how extraordinary have shifted meaning after the little mishap..
Thanks Björn. I find I use that technique a bit in FF (as frustrating as it is to waste all those extra words!) so I’m glad you thought it was worth it.
Like the full circle of the story. And you had me smiling at “By the time Johnny made it back up he was sweaty, red-faced and significantly less attractive.” Nicely done!
Thanks Lillian. Young love will do that to the appearance of someone 🙂
Thanks for your lovely comment Tracey!
Stale bread, stale relationship?
You got it Dale 😉
Thanks for the read!
Seems things never go as planned, poor guy, that was a pretty good fall, what a date….Nice story
Thanks Charly 🙂
Few, I was afraid you were going to have him slide of the rock :-P. Lovely story.
I wasn’t in a murdering mood this week, so he was allowed to survive 🙂
I’m imagining this young man sliding down that hill on his piece of cardboard just like one of those super slides at the fair. 🙂
I’ve been daydreaming about fairs too this week and maybe this story is why!! Thanks for your comment 🙂
I’ve never heard about sliding down hills on cardboard, the things you learn on FF. 🙂 Lovely story, and a good thing she becomes aware of his every-day face early on. If they can still keep it going despite stale bread, there’s potential.
I am so glad he made the return trip!
And that is how so many first times go.