Friday Fictioneers-U.S-1 and Flaming Red Hair

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Copyright-Beth Carter

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go.-John Denver

Miriam was ready to start a new adventure, in Key West. At her old home, she tidied up affairs. Freed herself of all that didn’t matter anymore. Even her car.

“We always wanted to live on the beach, Honey.” she spoke into the air. “You’re in the ether now, but you’re always with me.”

Ray had been dead two years. It was her turn.Β  To write. Run. Smile. And live.

She threw her luggage into the silly homemade car she bought. Placed his urn in the seat next to her. Drove along U.S.-1, flaming red hair dancing in the breeze.

**Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping the dream of Friday Fictioneers alive. The prompt this week was an inspiring one. Not sure if I captured enough of it in my story. Please give criticism and kudos. I’m a romantic twit, but I can take it. **

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50 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-U.S-1 and Flaming Red Hair

    • I hope the song stayed in your head all night, and you hummed it just before you drifted off to sleep. πŸ™‚

      I’m glad you enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  1. This story needs it’s tune! “Head out down the highway…” I can imagine strange ways the story can go…if she’s on the beach..or has a little romance with someone…some dark humour around the corner there….!

  2. Dear Renee,
    Bittersweet story. I felt the sadness even in her excitement of moving on.
    and also reminds me of one of our best friends who keeps his wife’s ashes in a vase she made on the kitchen counter. Two feather boas are wrapped around the neck of it. That was Bevy. Flamboyant and fun, like your piece this week.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

    • Thanks for the sweet story Rochelle. Your Bevy sounds like she was quite a woman. Glad you liked my piece.

      Fondly,
      Renee

      P.S. I sure hope that I would be just like that flame haired beauty. πŸ™‚

  3. all this week, I have been reminded to live each day as if I didn’t have tomorrow. your piece here is one prompt for me. I’m heeding the message. I appreciate the part your story has played. I’m off to hug my husband now. πŸ™‚

  4. that’s good spirit. well done.

    here – “… the beach honey.” think about a comma after “beach” and then capitalize “honey.” she’s using it as his name, as a proper noun. the comma is for what’s called a noun in “direct address,” like a pause when you’re talking directly to someone.

    • Thank you Rich. I appreciate your comments. I will make the necessary revisions. After all, she was talking directly to him. Even though he wasn’t “with” her anymore.

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