Trying to type and edit on your iPhone is nearly impossible, darlings, so I did all the hard work this week the old fashioned way — with paper and pencil. Even typing this in is taking forever.
I won’t necessarily be commenting much on others’ stories ’til I get back, but I’m going to have Penny edit this so she can add in the links to the rest of the Friday Fictioneers stories. I’m very proud of this one, so I hope you like it. I look forward to reading the others.
Thanks as always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who moderates this at her site Addicted to Purple
**EDIT: Oh happy day! It seems reading these and commenting on my iPhone isn’t all that bad — so I’ll have something to do on down time.
Victor had sold a case of his favourite wine to buy Helena’s dress.
He hadn’t meant to spill wine on it, but his hand had trembled when he imagined how beautiful she’d look at the opera.
Without thinking, Victor (who was more sweet than wise) set the dress in the bathtub, and poured in the case of Merlot he’d found hidden under their bed.
Unbeknownst to Victor, Helena had returned the opera tickets and bought him a case of his favourite vintage.
Hanging the wine-stained dress to dry over the balcony, he prayed she’d still love her unique anniversary gift.