Persuasion
Leaning against the wall, I hoped I was looking cool. Inside, strangely nervous, but why? I was at a friend’s young sister’s party. I’d been persuaded to go by a mate, against my better will. An older boy amongst sixteen year old pretty girls, and boys too young to acknowledge. For I was a university boy.
I saw her across the room, by the fireplace... the prettiest of all. But with a boy. I looked, she looked back. And then walked over and asked my name.
Seems her mum had persuaded her to go. I’m so so glad she did.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
This is prompted by Drew’s recent trio. A story I’m sure I’ve told before... but I’m retelling it anyway!
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Thanks Drew. And the Kazakh hat should show up soon, now I’ve got the hang of what to do. And then I might even post briefly a shot of the now Mrs H doing what she’s been doing a lot of this Christmas, talking on the phone to the kids. Might provide a context for the sentimental old trash I’m thinking of writing.
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Then I will. Thank you Drew. And ditto to your second sentence 🙂
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
I made the mistake of sending this drabble to Mrs H.
“Very nice, but it isn’t all true.”
“Yes it is, you know it is!”
“But it gives the impression that I immediately walked over and asked your name, but that was later!”
“But this is a DRABBLE!........ Hmmph!”
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Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Yes dammit!
