My dearest Alice
My heart yearns to be with yours;. you who complete me and who fate has allocated as my future helpmeet. Merely think of you, and there comes a hammering in my chest. Never was love truer, I swear. There is, however, one small slipped stitch in this tapestry of bliss. I fear I cannot cross the river and take tea with you this Friday, the North Bridge being in wind what the Hellespont is in water. Between you and I, an uncrossable gulf yawns.
I am your humble servant
John
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Ah, that simple slipped stitch in a tapestry of bliss. Lovely. Having just completed a chapter where a gentleman gallantly claims he will never tell his coming child it was a mistake, your story today made me smile.
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Thanks so much, Jilly. Betwixt the hope and the act ….
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Such a sweet story. The small slipped stitch in the tapestry of bliss. Love that. Beautifully written, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Fleur
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🙂
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Dear Neil,
Count me in as a slipped stitch in the tapestry of bliss. Magnificent!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle
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With such an eloquent decline of an invitation, I’m sure the recipient will not be upset! A nice read, thanks.
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Thanks so much
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“One slipped stitch can totally ruin the pattern,” says the knitter. Lovely story, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Linda
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John is a smooth operator. I think the excuse offered may be masking some true reluctance to make it across the river.
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She may suspect so too and break off the engagement
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This was exquisitely written, Neil. To think once, people corresponded in like manner.
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Thanks so much, Dale
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🙂
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Intriguing, you put me in mind of a spy making his excuses,
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Thanks so much, Michael
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I’m assuming the letter got across the river safely. At least, it’s a hell of a lot better than ghosting somebody.
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It was swum across by a plucky serving lad with a forked stick
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I confess to a wry grin and some eye rolls as I read John’s epistle of apology. A gifted man of letters, indeed, Neil.
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They had lots of free time in those days
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Those were the days. Now it’s … SRY, cant cum. SUS. ILY X
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Shudders.
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Sneaky guy, keeping the door open for when it’s convenient for him to visit. Entertaining letter.
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Or perhaps he’s trying to back out gracefully
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Ah, this smooth operator, this tea breaker/heart-breaker, has a trip coming to Hell(espont) it seems!
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At swordpoint, perhaps
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Oh what a missive to recieve! Nicely written. I wonder if he was truly upset to miss the appointment or if this was the only letter he sent to a lady? Is that too cynical ? Hopefully it is well meant and he will see them again soon
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Busted. You’ve sussed him
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As always, nicely done.
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Thanks so much, Andrea
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You’re welcome.
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He sounds like he’s in the middle of it in a couple of ways: 1) in love; 2) in one h*ll of a storm. May 1 hold on and 2 subside. He’s an elegant suitor, that’s for sure.
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Nice manners, yes. But not so reliable
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