Friday Fictioneers: Maybe Later

Karen opened one eye and peaked out the passenger side window. Ugh, they were still sitting in bridge traffic. She looked over at George, his eyes straight ahead, his features, so very handsome. She supposed she loved him. They sure had a lot of fun together. But these Sundays were a killer. She was so tired and the thought of her Monday morning commute made her groan out loud.

George instinctively reached over and patted her leg. It was such a sweet gesture; maybe it was time to say those words out loud.

Karen looked at George, smiled, and closed her eyes. Maybe later.


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56 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Maybe Later

  1. I imagine George being an aficionado of vintage autos who drags Karen to every ancient car show he can on the weekends. At least she isn’t a football widow.


  2. Interesting take on the prompt. Nicely written, I feel for him not knowing how she feels and I feel for distress at not being sure.


    • Right? Originally that is what i was going to write about. He had been asking her to move in with him and she was not either ready for that or wanted something more (I never got that far). But the gist of it (originally) was that going away on the weekend was tiring and it would be better to just be home…together.

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  3. I’m enjoying the many towards-romance-stories this week.
    Who doesn’t like a Sunday drive with the top down? Traffic … not-so-much. LOL
    This was a story that put a smile on my face and left me with the desire for more, Dawn.
    Isadora 😎


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