Short Stories:You Write the Endings

[BellisimaJ.]

I am trying out an idea for a new blog, or rather an idea to convert a current blog in to something I enjoy doing.

Please contribute stories and write endings for the posted stories of others. Have fun!

PS// Don't be concerned that you suck at writing. See below---I suck at creative writing, but it's still fun> :oops:

[BellisimaJ.]

A Very Long Time

**Disclaimer: all characters are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental.

Once upon a time, in another life, she fell in love with a man who tended to look at life in terms of black and white. She, on the other hand, preferred to view life in many shades of grey. Nevertheless, they determined to make it work, as if love were ever enough.

They moved in together, and by the end of the first and only year of their life together, she had begun to separate emotionally. She still loved him---she just couldn't live happily with his view of the world and people, in black and white. To be fair, it should be noted that he found her to be flighty,  a bit too childishly innocent, too relaxed in her views of the world and unable to conform to his idea of what he thought her role in his life should be. But, she did have a way of making him feel happy.

She left him for good one day, and in short order met another man . They were having fun, enjoying life and each other, when she received a phone call from Mr. Not-Right. He begged her to marry him. She regretfully told him no, we tried a version of that and it didn't work. He then tells her that he is going to join the Peace Corp. if she doesn't marry him. She is thinking, "Yeah, that'll work". She tells him "Good luck baby, stay in touch".

Time goes on, he writes her from Africa, and they establish a correspondance and a renewal of friendship. Perhaps one with a deeper connection, as there is nothing at stake. Two years later, she loses contact with him. He isn't writing anymore. A few months of this and she decides that she had been a fool to let him go and she wants him back. She decides to write and ask him to marry her, and she does so, not being one to wait for others to determine the path that her life will take.

He calls her in response to her proposal. "Baby I Love You" is playing in her head. He tells her how much he loves her, blah, blah, blah. They hang up and she starts thinking about where they will live and begins to make plans. All seems right between them at last.

Cut to 2 years later again. She has not heard from him since that last phone call discussing marraige vows. She was deeply hurt, but has moved on. She plays tennis at a club and eventually meets a man to whom she is wildly attracted. They fall in love. He proposes and they plan the wedding. Two days before they are to be married, she is at her parent's home, the groom is at a hotel. She is enjoying afternoon tea with her mother and she hears her father pick up the phone in his library. Being terminally curious, she strives/relocates to hear his end of the conversation.

It is Mr. Not-Right and he wants to speak with her. He is not in Africa, he is in xxxxxxxxxx xxxxx, a few miles away. Her father tells him that he may not speak with her, that she is getting married, she is happy, and to leave her alone. He cajoles, but her father isn't having any.  She experiences a pang of..............something.

In the ensuing years, she has been married twice and she has occasionally thought of him. She has never made any effort to contact him, however. Today, he contacted her. He wants to visit her. He has never forgotten her. He thinks they should find out if a spark remains.

She is torn. Not one to travel backward in time, she is not totally eager to go there.

Copyright 2007 by BellisimaJ.