Meet Me At Midnight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A story inspired by the cover pic.


Meet Me At Midnight

Meet me at midnight!” How many times have I played over that same message? Hundreds by now, I reckon.

I drove out here, my cherished possessions packed neatly in a bag in the car. We were going to run away togetherAnd I got here early. An hour early, to be precise, so eager was I to get going.

It’s quiet out here, almost deserted. Any vehicle can be heard from miles off and there has been very few of them. I could easily count them on my two hands, and not one of them has been him. Most have been travelling back the way I came.

Not one of my messages has been answered. Have any of them even got through? ‘Maybe he’s one his way’, that’s what I kept telling myself. The signal around these parts is far from the best. It’s been too long now though, for me to go on believing that.

I can see the sun starting to rise in the distance. He’s not coming, has changed his mind. There’s no other way to explain it. He’s dumping me, leaving me standing here alone. He has chosen her instead.

I'll wait a bit longer, give him another half hour, but already my mind has started to make its way back home.


Submitted: May 11, 2018

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Mike S.

Stevens luck?

Fri, May 11th, 2018 7:43pm

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No, we switched that around, Mike. Just....I don't know....fate, maybe!
Thanks for reading.

Fri, May 11th, 2018 12:50pm

jaylisbeth

A well penned story, Hully... so many things going through your speaker's mind.

Fri, May 11th, 2018 8:02pm

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Thanks, jaylisbeth. Totally picture-inspired.

Fri, May 11th, 2018 1:05pm

Jeff Bezaire

A sad story. When someone has the courage to commit, but is left in the dust by a coward. Who knows what could've been and who knows what will be now. I hate when people play games like this - their indecisiveness isn't hurting themself, it's hurting the one they say they love.
An emotionally potent story, Hully. Well done!

Fri, May 11th, 2018 8:42pm

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Thanks, Jeff. Entirely picture-prompted, this one. Glad you enjoyed it.

Fri, May 11th, 2018 1:48pm

SLJONES

More great writing from yourself

Fri, May 11th, 2018 8:56pm

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Thanks so much for taking the time to read and to comment!

Fri, May 11th, 2018 1:58pm

Vance Currie

This is the kind of story that leaves the ending to the imagination of the reader. I am going to imagine the the guy had an accident and was unconscious in hospital. He recovers eventually and they live happily ever after ... or she realises that running away with him would have been a mistake and she dumps him.

Fri, May 11th, 2018 9:42pm

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There are so many things that could have or would happen, I guess. I didn't think that far until I read your comment.
Thanks so much, Joe.

Sat, May 12th, 2018 1:20am

moa rider

Plans hatched through passion are fragile indeed Mama Hullabaloo. Actions from the head are more reliable than those from the heart. Usianguke

Sat, May 12th, 2018 5:36am

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This was very much a picture prompted picture. I had to decide if it was sunrise or sunset, then the rest wrote itself, really. Thanks for giving it a read.

Sat, May 12th, 2018 1:23am

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