Lara shyly entered the cheerfully decorated new barn, her hair billowing into soft pillows of yellow corn silk on her shoulders. When she first heard about the dance, she had wondered if Jim would be there. She didn't really know him but his glance toward her at the general store a month ago made her wonder if he had really noticed her. Maybe she was just dreaming. Wishing. Hoping.
Standing near the tables loaded with lemonade, cookies, cakes, pies, sandwiches, and fried chicken, her heart leaped at the voice behind her asking, "May I have the honor of this dance?"
This is my response to the 100 Word Challenge from http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ This week's challenge is to write 100 words...and ONLY 100 words...using the word "honor." I wonder if this could be the way my grandparents met.
This was a sweet story. Young love, when it is still innocent and tender.
ReplyDeletelovely. :)
ReplyDeleteVery sweet..brought back a few memories. :)
ReplyDeleteCousin, this is one of the best thinsg I've read of yours. Sweet, old fashioned, and tender; well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, folks. I enjoyed that one.
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