Photo © Lisa Fox
Leo was so handsome. All the girls were falling over themselves to go out with him. I had spots and frizzy red hair so knew I’d have no chance.
At the dance the boys lined the room, the girls danced in groups, giggling every time a boy approached. Suddenly Leo was standing there, alone, watching. From my seat in the shadows, I could see the effect he was having. I finished my soda, ready to go. Leo walked over.
‘Leaving? ‘
‘Yes’
‘Can I walk with you a while? Can’t stand all this.’
We walked.
We talked.
We still do.
Thanks as always to Rochelle for organising Friday Fictioneers
- A Wild Card – a person or thing whose influence is unpredictable or whose qualities are uncertain
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A love a wild card and I loved your story. Well done.
Tracey
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Thank you Tracey, so nice to hear from you
Denise
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What a lovely story!
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Thank you for reading 😊
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Nicely done. Happy story. 🙂
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Touching ending.
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Thanks for reading.
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Dear Dee,
There’s more to Leo than meets the eye. Sweet story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle
Thank you for reading… do hope you are keeping well.
Very best wishes
Dee
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Dee, what a perfect way to end your story.
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Thank you. Much appreciated.
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