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The Girl With Brown Eyes


Jackie remembered the first time she saw Royce like it was yesterday.  It was her first day of third grade in a new town and a new school, and she was more than a little apprehensive.  Settling into her assigned seat, Jackie looked at the faces around her table who were clearly sizing her up as well.  Across from her sat a boy with the reddest hair she'd ever seen; his face and arms were peppered with freckles. She couldn't help but smile, but was a little surprised when he smiled right back. 

Royce would later tell Jackie that he was instantly drawn to her beautiful brown eyes, so different from the blues and greens of the many fair-haired girls in the class.  It wasn't long before there were sharing recess and lunch, and riding their bicycles to the park during summer vacation.
 
Fourteen years passed.  Jackie attended a school for the performing arts and then opened her own dance studio.  Royce was well on his way to becoming a doctor,  and they had remained together through thick and thin.  Now Jackie stood next to her father at the end of the aisle, dressed in a beautiful ivory gown that had been her mother's, with a wreath of pink roses in her hair.  She looked up at the handsome red-headed man waiting for her at the altar.  Royce's face lit up in a smile as he fell in love all over again with the girl with the liquid brown eyes.

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I'm linking up with Megg at  Sunday Scribblings
where the prompt this week is "moment" 

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    1. It was time to lighten things up a bit here, Gail, it's hard not to smile at the thought of something this sweet:-)

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  2. My family is nothing but blue-eyed redheads, including the males. The girls are lovely, but redheaded men.....proves it IS in the eye of the beholder.

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    1. Some things are just meant to be Lotta Joy, and clearly Royce was the love destined for Jackie's life, love makes all things beautiful!

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  3. I love sweet tales of ramance that end up happy and you story took me back to my grade school days and the brown eyed girl that I fell in love with. But, alas, out love was not to be. She was sweeet and kind and wonderful. I had about 500 bushels of wild oats to sow. I'm lucky that they didn't bury me.

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    1. This made me smile GS, I think that very few are fortunate to find the love of their lives so early and then manage to make it work for the rest of time. I've known a couple of relationships like that, but most of us do have a lot of growing up to do before we are ready to find the perfect match, if ever. It took me three horrible marriages and fifty years of life before I finally got it right! :-)

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  4. I was sure you were going to pop in an "O Henry moment" at the end. :-)

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    1. I decided not to kill anyone off for a change Berowne. :-)

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  5. You do sometimes know, right in that moment.

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    1. I believe that too Bunnygirl, it can happen and it does happen! How wonderful it is when you know you've found the right one... at any age!

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  6. I wonder how many school romances last to the marrying stage? A hopeless romantic I wanted it to happen to me so many times particularly before I reached 12!

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    1. Loved that, especially the last part, Old Egg! I suspect there were more than one girl sweet on you at a very young age. Papa Bear can still recall his first grade school crush by name, and I can too! Sweet memories. I doubt that many result in enduring marriages, but I've known a couple that have. It can happen! I am a romantic at heart too, and love can be that sweet!

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  7. I love love love love love this. Honestly, love it.

    I want to attempt a short fiction...I might. My problem is, I am SO wordy and don't know how to shrink it down.

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    1. I tend to write a lot of darker stuff, but every now and then I am inspired to do something sweet and simple, because I believe that such stories and moments really do exist in life, I know they do!

      If you read any of my early stories on this blog, you will see how I can go on and on and lose most readers in the process. My writing is like my thought patterns... distracted and rambling! Writing five sentence fiction started as a way to help be learn to write with less filler, then I found out I really, really enjoyed it, and I'm pretty sure you would do, since it's a short concentrated effort that doesn't a great involve deal of time or development.

      When I first began writing board meeting minutes almost thirty years ago, my then boss would take them and with a red pen cross out all the extra words she deemed unnecessary, it was painful at times and I felt my efforts were very clumsy, but I did get a little better at wording things, I think! :-)

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  8. I've finally been able to come stay a while and absolutely love your blog. What fun!

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    1. Thank you for coming by to visit, Alice, I'm delighted to have you here! There is a little something for everyone, and probably some things not worth reading at all, but I enjoy the process, writing is the best free therapy in the world! :-)

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  9. Feels like there may be a lot of good moments still to come in this story ..i always love the length of your work..seems just right..as Goldilocks would say..

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    1. Thank you Jaerose, I'm getting a little better at staying focused, it's a work in progress! I too hope that there is a "happily ever after" to Jackie and Royce's story, because sometimes in life there really is. Things can change beyond anything we can dream of, and I wish you magic like that for your life! :-)

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