Short Story: The Year

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The Year

As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.

Rose was twenty when she met him. A year abroad studying at the Sorbonne was the most exciting thing she’d done in her young life, and she was determined to relish every moment. Saturday mornings, she would buy coffee at a bistro, then find a spot on the lawn beneath the Eiffel Tower to study.

One morning Jean Pierre sat on the lawn next to her, professing she was the most beautiful woman in Paris. Tall, with chiseled features, dark unruly hair, charming, and debonair, Jean became her first lover. Neither of them expected the romance to last, and she returned to Texas where she met Daniel, the love of her life. She knew that because Jean Pierre taught her what it was to love.

Tapping her horse’s side, Rose turned toward the house. Tomorrow, her daughter left for a year at the Sorbonne, time to tell her about Paris.

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mondays-finish-the-story  Written for the wonderful writing challenge, Mondays Finish the Story. Each Monday, Barbara Beacham posts a picture prompt, along with the first line of the story. The stories must be between 100-150 words and must include the given first line, shown in italics in the story.

Special thanks to Barbara Beacham for sharing her excellent photography skills to provide such challenging prompts. Check out the MFTS blog… some great short stories posted.  https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/ 

Direct link to this week’s stories… http://new.inlinkz.com/view.php?id=560939

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11 thoughts on “Short Story: The Year”

  1. I agree I love the circle back with her daughter going to Paris. I wonder how she feels being the mother and knowing what may? could? should? happen.

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