Sally finally made the phone call. She planned on answering Ben when he first asked. But that had been – oh dear – at Great Aunt Agatha’s 90th birthday party five days ago.
Ben was her cousin. But not by blood – he had reminded her of this fact carefully and consistently over the past six months. Their only family connection was maze-like, through Great Aunt Agatha.
As childhood neighbors, Sally and Ben played outdoor games during the summers and chased and bottled lightening bugs at night. Ben caught, and Sally released, because even at 6, she knew that a living being should never be stuck in a jar.
But after high school the two “cousins” never saw each other, although thanks to Great Aunt Agatha they reconnected years later via a pen-pal relationship; once a month, they wrote “real” letters to each other: snail mail. Ben heard all about Sally’s romantic failures, her degree in philosophy, her acceptance as an associate professor at Tufts University, which brought her to the same coast as Ben.
And Sally read all about Ben’s broken back when he was a college quarterback, his struggle with pain-killers afterwards, his love of a woman who broke off their engagement, and his success as a financial consultant for Summit Partners in Boston.
So, it only made sense that Ben invited Sally for dinner at a Back Bay restaurant in late September once Sally was settled at Tufts. It only made sense that when they made eye contact at Casa Romero, they recognized each other immediately despite a 19-year lapse. It only made sense that Sally’s heart lurched, and that Ben’s smile lit up the cozy Mexican restaurant. It only made sense that after a pitcher of margaritas and a dinner of enchiladas, Ben leaned over and kissed Sally as if his life depended on it.
But Sally escaped as if her life depended on it. She was a lightening bug, and she had vowed years ago she’d never get bottled up in a relationship. She ignored Ben’s entreaties to Zoom or at least e-mail.
He then began to send her a postcard every week:
Sally hated these trite quotes and vehemently threw away each card. Then, Great Aunt Agatha’s birthday party occurred, and for some reason, she hadn’t considered the fact that Ben would be there. His presence took her breath away. It only made sense for her to stay as far away from this man as possible, which wasn’t too difficult with mask on, in the back yard, in a circle where chairs sat six-feet apart.
But then, Great Aunt Agatha approached Sally and whispered in her ear. “He’s right for you,” while handing Sally a note written on vellum stationary:
“Please. Don’t say no. Call me.”
So now, finally, five days later, Sally pressed the send button on her phone, knowing exactly what she needed to say, but wondering if instead she’d say what she wanted.
Well – I guess she doesn’t want No. Good one Pam
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Good guess, Derrick! 🙂
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Nice one. Your writing style is nice.
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Thank you. ❤
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Mine pleasure. Have a nice day
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Well, she obviously wants him. 😀 Great story, Pam!
I liked the lightening bug video, too.
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I appreciate the Pixabay video – so well done! https://pixabay.com/videos/abstract-yellow-fireflies-11730/ by livonu
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This is quite sweet and sad, Pam.
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Thanks, Robbie. Yes, I feel the same way. We humans can be so afraid of letting go into love. ❤
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It’s funny, Pam, but I was thinking today that if you don’t get married and have children you miss out on the intensity of love and pain that comes with those relationships. I wouldn’t miss them for the world.
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Nor would I! 💘
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Such a sweet story, Pam. I loved the video!
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Thanks Jill. I lucked out finding the video on Pixabay. Sadly, summer is gone, as are the lightening bugs around here. But… love is hear to stay. 🙂 https://pixabay.com/videos/abstract-yellow-fireflies-11730/ livonu
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Ah, how does one find balance on the intimacy-autonomy scale? Love the feeling of romantic uncertainty your story arouses. I hope Sally calls because I made a similar call, with good results, many years ago!
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Ahhh, great ending to your comment here Barbara. If we didn’t answer the call to uncertainty, think of all the things we’d have missed out on. The biggest of these is love. 💖
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Loved your story and the video, Pam. Thank you. You captured the fear of falling into love perfectly. ❤ Xxxx
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I think falling into love and staying there is one of the most difficult challenges we men and women face. But oh how much it’s worth the effort ! 😍
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❤ Yes, Pam, I wholeheartedly agree. ❤
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Bottling up emotions can have unintended consequences! What a nice story, Pam.
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What a great point. We should never bottle up our emotions because the jar could shatter!
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Well now… I was Ben and my guy was Sally. But I didn’t push in any obvious way (i.e. no postcards 😉 ) and patiently waited for him to come to his senses 😉 Which he did. As, I am sure, she has, also!
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There certainly is something to be said for coming to our senses. Including our emotional senses. And sending out postcards is not a bad way to help someone get there 🤔😁
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Great story, as usual Pam. Sally might not know what she wants, but she will figure it out!
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I certainly hope Sally figures out that wanting something and needing it can be the same thing at times! 🤗💗
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I can actually feel Sally’s trepidation, Pam. And Ben’s dream. I hope Sally ends up doing what will make her happiest!
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And not that we would push Sally to anything, but I think we all know that love is what will bring her much more happiness than hiding from her emotions. 😲😎
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Remove the lid and watch the fire works!
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What a fabulous metaphor Jeanette! Kapowee!! 💥
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I’m going with a happy ending. You?
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I always go for the happy ending, Jacqui! 😃👍🧡
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You are a master with the storytelling!!! 🙂 This one is delightful…I like happy endings, so I would like for her to go with her heart, and not her fears. 🙂
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Thank you so much Linda! I think in some ways my little stories are morality tales. Why skip out on love when it’s right in front of you? ❤️🔥
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Thanks for the fun and evocative love story Pam. Too bad no one is chasing me and I’m locked away like Sally.
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Perhaps you should start doing the chasing, Brad. Or at least sending a postcard or two ? 😏❤️
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Agreed, yet I don’t seem to have the motivation.
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I say Sally wants another pitcher of margaritas.
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Well, a pitcher of margaritas always makes sense, John! 😁
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Yes it does. More so than Sally wanting that guy to insist that they get together.
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Follow your heart—and I hope Sally did just that. I did and it’s been 25 years later with my “Ben.”
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See?? I love, love stories like yours. Beautiful! My belief is that we should share them more often. Love begets love begets love. 💖😘
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As Mick Jagger says: you can’t always get what you want. But if you try real hard you’ll get what you need.
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And if we are lucky, the wanting and the needing happen simultaneously. 🤗
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Oh, I love this post! Makes me feel young, ready for love and so hopeful again!! Thank you!
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Sally certainly needs a push into being okay about being uncertain, and adding some hope to her life! May we all feel young enough – all lifelong – to do so. Thanks so much – great to see you here. ❤
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Lovely story and telling!
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Thank you, Louise. Great to see you here -and I’m glad it sent me back over to your blog! ❤
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It only makes sense to accept love when you know him so well! 😊 Looking forward to Sally’s decision.
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Exactly, Balroop! Now, let’s hope Sally uses her good sense. 🙂
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Such a wonderful story, Pam! I’d know who had written this even if I saw it annonymously.
You are an incredibly talented writer!
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Thank you so much Donna. I think that’s neat that you’d recognize my writing even if not bylined. My stories always seem to have a touch of romance. I can’t help it – love is the way! 🙂
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Hmmmmm… I hope she can have him while also not being stuck in a jar.
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As do I, Janis. I think many of us have proven that we can give ourselves to love without giving ALL of ourselves away. ❤
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Sally doesn’t want to become like a lighening but in a jar, BUT she does want Ben. Two lightening bugs in a jar together might work just fine… LOVE THE STORY!
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Smiling, Bette, Sure, put two lightening bugs in a jar (named Sally and Ben) and just leave the top off. Fireworks! 🙂
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🎉✨
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The fireflies look like the Universe expanding!! Wow! I see an interesting twist to this story. Loved it, as usual.
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Many thanks to Pixabay for the “universe expanding” firefly video, Marlene. https://pixabay.com/videos/abstract-yellow-fireflies-11730/ by livonu
I’m allowing each reader to decide if Sally stays “free outside a jar” or chooses to believe that love can include freedom. Hmmm, what do you think? xo 🙂
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I’m not the person to ask. Marriage often changes the dynamics of a relationship. My son and his ex have lived together in more harmony after their divorce 10 years prior. I’m the survivor of 2 bad marriages and totally burned out on relationships. Even family members who feel they have the right to tell me how to be and do in my own home. I’m the firefly that will die in a jar.
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Oh, I don’t see you as being in a jar, Marlene. Far from it. You are a free spirit with amazing creativity and talent. I’m so glad I know you and that we’ve connected through our blogs and our snail mail. You are a beautiful being, full of light! ❤
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Thanks so much, Pam. I just don’t do well in a jar or box. I may look quiet and sedate but there is a gypsy wind in me. Hugs.
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Loved this, Pam. Fingers crossed her heart wins over her head.
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You and I think alike. Head (brain) is important, but heart is HEART and leads us to love, despite all odds. ❤
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The heart never steers us wrong 🙂 xo
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Oh Sally, sometimes you have to follow your heart.
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What an important lesson for Sally to learn, Darlene. I’m smiling at your comment – those of us with a bit more “years” to us could teach her well….. 🙂 xo
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I got a kick out of Ben getting inspiration not only from margaritas but from enchiladas. Well done, Pam! Aunt Agatha knows best.
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Haha, let’s face it Pete. For some of us, enchiladas are more enticing (and inspiring) even than sweetened alcohol. Hey, put some guacamole on there, and I’m a happy woman. 🙂 Yes, cheers to Great Aunt Agatha.
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Just when I thought your storytelling couldn’t get any better–voila!
It makes sense that Sally will follow your dictates. Head or heart? Only the storyteller know for sure. At least she had the good sense to release the fireflies. 😀
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“Fireflies are free.” Well, so are women who fall in love – just stay away from a lidded jar! 🙂 Oodles of thanks, Marian. xo ❤
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Well . . . she’s calling him.
I’d say that’s a step in the “right” direction, per Aunt Agatha’s reasoning.
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There you go. One step at a time toward love. And for heaven’s sake, listen to your elders! THEY know love. ❤
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Of course, the answer was YES! If she really didn’t want him, she would have said no without all the dithering. And that’s my answer, Pam. Loved the story.
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I like your answer! I’m finding it fascinating that a number of the men who commented think Sally should send Ben away – that he’s being too insistent. But we women know we want to be convinced! 🙂 We dither for a reason – “show me the love,” Hmm, that could be a fun phrase to use in a movie, huh? Forget about the money – just SHOW ME THE LOVE. ❤
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That’s so interesting, Pam! A too-persistent man gets a little creepy, especially if the woman is very very clear about her negative feelings. I think, perhaps, men have become more attuned to those boundaries. But I thought Ben was reading Sally right. She needed to be wooed and He Showed her the Love!
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Good point. There’s a balance between pursuing and stalking, for sure. My guy called me every other night after we met yet lived in different states; at the end of every call he’d ask, “is it okay to call you again?”
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How sweet. Were you already hooked or did his persistence pay off?
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Both. 🙂
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😀
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Love the story Pam. Sally wants love that won’t take away her freedom.
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I know, Bernadette. So many women (and men I presume) worry that being in a relationship means foregoing freedom. But if there’s compromise and common sense, passion and compassion, a couple can be free and yet bonded just as well. ❤
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Beautiful. And I like to imagine that the soul is light and can not be stuck in a body forever. It gives me hope. Thanks for this post.
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Thanks for visiting here, Darren. I agree – our souls can’t be stuck in a jar (body), thank goodness! Your blog is fascinating. I didn’t find any place to “follow” it though. You may want to add that button.
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Thanks for the compliment of my blog. I’m not sure why you can’t follow. I’ve had a few people follow it already (I assume through WP Reader), and I couldn’t find anything to add today. I did go ahead and add a link to the RSS feed along with other social media buttons in the side bar. I also clarified the extended project on the new “Newsletters/Project Scope” tab. As a side note, I wrote today on Medium (vexedthinker.medium.com) about how my delusional disorder in adulthood has changed the beliefs about death (being trapped) that I developed when my mother died when I was ten years old. Thanks for the support. I enjoy your blog.
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oh! this was so captivating & lovely – i never wanted it to end ❤
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So glad you enjoyed my “Sally/Ben” story. May they lift themselves out of the “worry” jar and fly free – together! 🙂
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Pam, a beautiful story and I don’t know how you do it but you’ve captured their whole lives since childhood brilliantly along with the swing of emotions. Ben is persistent luckily and if Sally doesn’t say ‘YES!!” I’ll shake some sense into her myself! A terrific post, Pam and a joy to read! I feel as if I’ve been part of their lives! Wishing you a lovely Sunday, my dear friend! xx ❤️
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You know the answer to how we do it, Annika. I start the pen flowing and Ben and Sally appear, telling me their story. The more I write it, the more I know all about them. A miraculous part of the writing process. Thanks for being such a appreciative reader. Yes, most of the women readers here want to sit Sally down and tell her to “go for it.” Some of the men here are confused. It’s a tough time for men and romance – are they allowed to pursue, and if so, how much? Interesting dilemma!
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Will she have the courage to let him into her life? I hope so. Beautifully written as always. 🙂
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I hope so also. Sally’s inner space entered me as I wrote her story, and my guess is that she’s more courageous than she gives herself credit for. She’ll say yes. ❤
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It only makes sense that this story would play out this way, but who knows the ending? I think she realized that she could be a free lightning bug sharing her space and life with her love but never relinquishing her freedom–or his either.
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It only makes sense these days that a man and a woman (or any semblance of a couple in the LGBT community) both want the ability to love and also “be” themselves. Why not? You and your guy know how well that works! ❤
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Thank You
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Great story!
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So glad you enjoyed!
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Sally might not know what she wanted, but with the days and postcards adding up and Ben keeps coming back, while no other guy doing the competition, she could just say, “Wait no longer.” That’s what I think. Great story, Pam.
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Sally is thinking too much with her head instead of her heart – I agree Miriam. May her heart win. ❤
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A little hint from Great Aunt would help. Good story, Pam. ❤
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🙂
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I hope she would say what’s in her heart and not run away. It only makes sense, right? 🙂 ❤
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RIGHT!! I hope Sally is reading our advice here. 🙂 xo Thinking of you with a hug, Debby.
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Hugs my friend ❤
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Oh, dear! I hope she follows her heart. I think she will. She was wrong in the past to vow never to get bottled up in a relationship.
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Ah, you’re a romantic like I am. What Sally is not understanding is that being in love doesn’t mean being “bottled up.” The lid should always be open. ❤
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Can’t wait for the next episode Pam – lightning never strikes twice but maybe it will and Sally will come to her senses (not that women ever know what they really truly want).
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Haha. Sometimes we women do need to learn to FEEL what we want, instead of thinking it. Thanks Susan – great of you to stop by and read my “sense” story. 🙂
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I hope she took her Aunt’s advice! Great story
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Nice story 😍
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I was blown away by the simple brilliance of this story and captivating writing style
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I’m so glad you enjoyed! Thanks so much for your comment. 🙂
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Haha – I was thinking ‘I hate those trite sayings’ when I read your next line. You are the master of flash fiction Pam, that was well done.
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Thanks, Roy. Your words mean a lot. Yeah, I felt Sally’s ire as she received those post cards. 🙂
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Nice site
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lol the right romantic formula, fated love!
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Sally might fight against it, but seems love is sitting there waiting, right in front of her. 🙂
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This is lovely. Distance and time are no barriers. However are actions determine our destiny.❤❤💯.
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What a wise comment – yes, our actions determine our destiny. Thanks for visiting!
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You’re welcome. Blessings too you and family❤💯🙏🏿.
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❤💯💯💯
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Stupendous job! I liked the topic ❤️😍
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I love it
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Thanks!
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I want to read more!
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That’s what every writer wants to hear! Thanks. 🙂
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I hope she says what she should! Great story, Pam.
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There you go! 🙂 Thanks for reading, and for following my blog! ❤
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My pleasure on both counts. 😊❤️
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As always Pam, when reading your work, I find myself leaning in toward the screen. Hi our words so intriguing I find myself reading faster. Now the question what does she really want?
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What I like about asking a question like this at the end of a flash story, Sue, is that each individual reader decides on the answer depending on how THEY’D answer it, I believe. My guess? Sally has heart (and she knows to listen to her Great Aunt). She’s going to go for love! ❤
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Pam, you’ve done it again. Starting with a concept that intrigues me just enough that I have to look farther. Then step by step, pulling me farther into your story. This was delightful, and I liked the open ending. Hugs on the wing.
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Here’s to open endings! That said, I always want to know what’s gonna happen to Emlyn in her Journeys. 🙂
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Liking this again!
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Thanks, Barb!
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I miss lightening bugs. We no longer have them in our part of Texas. The speculation is the pesticides and pollution have killed them all off. I caught them as a child and put them in a jar but then released them before going indoors.. I could not stand the thought of them dying in the jar which they always did by morning.
Great story with more than one metaphor! ❤
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That’s weird… I don’t know why it put my email address instead of my name 😦
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Word press is very weird these days!!!
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What a wonderful comment. Thank you and sorry it took me so long to get back to it. Yes so many more lightning bugs around when I was a kid too. I hope hope hope they return in greater numbers as we take better care of this earth.
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