Dirty Love #FridayFictioneers

old-shoes-cobwebs

´Waaaahhhhh´!

´What happened?´

´There´s a dirty mark on my white shoes. Chuck it away.´

´But, thats a sports shoe. It´s meant to be so.´

´No, it isn´t!´

´The dirtier, the better!´

´How do you know?´, challenged Isha.

Jay smiled. ´You were always curious why I fell in love with Mom, right?’

Ánd you said you would tell me when I grow up. Not fair.´, frowned Isha poking her tongue.

´It was her dirty shoes.´

´Huh?’

‘ I instantly knew she was THE ONE – rugged, natural, adventurous, clumsy…  She had mud stuck on her nose too…Haha!

(Word Count: 98)

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Linking up with Rochelle Wisoff for #FridayFictioneers, a photo prompt flash fiction. Thanks Sarah Potter for the photo.  #FlashFiction

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24 comments

    • Hi Shinjini! So nice to see your comments and the fact that you liked the story. Isnt it….worn out shoes do speak about a person´s character like rough hands. Keep stopping by and sharing your thought! Love and Cheers! 🙂

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    • Hi Christine! That´s an interesting and valid observation.It takes 5 different fingers to make one hand 🙂 Thank you so much for liking the story and sharing your wonderful thoughts. Keep reading! Love and Cheers!

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    • Hi Natasha! You hit the nail on the head! Absolutely, however different the mother and child is, the latter tends to look up to the former. The father gave the best example he could …wink! Thank you so much as always, Natasha! 🙂 Keep reading! Love and Cheers!

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