Dear John

Happy late Friday, my dear Readers! It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I write this for you before I head off to dream land. Today’s photo credit goes to Jan Wanye Fields. Enjoy the story, even if it isn’t a happy one.

Copyright: Jan Wanye Fields
Copyright: Jan Wanye Fields

Dear John

Guilt twisted her stomach, making it impossible to swallow another mouthful. Rachel pushed her plate away. “May I be excused?”

Forks clattered against plates. “You’ve barely touched your food, Precious,” her father said.

Rachel gave him a pained smile. “I don’t feel well.” She hurried away as fast as decorum would allow and barely made it to the window seat in the hall before collapsing. “He’ll never forgive me,” she whispered.

On the the other side of town, a young man clutched a crumpled note. It was a letter, written in feminine hand. The first read line read, “I’m sorry.

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24 thoughts on “Dear John

  1. I’m enjoying all the different uses people are making of this dining table as a prop. Mine and some others so far have used it as a field of battle. Yours is to be escaped from. 🙂

  2. I was reading through the comments and my first thought was also that there had been a pregnancy. I guess a break-up can also put you off your food.
    Nice story!

  3. I like how you don’t connect the title with what is going on in the story until the very end and before you get to the end, the reader is kept wondering and searching – then the ending. Bam! 🙂 I enjoyed reading this.

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