This is the time of the month to write a fictional story for the May issue of Portrait of Words, on Jeff B's blog. All the rules are there if you'd like to look them up.
This time he asked us to write about any of the following things. Eccentric middle aged man, large bridge, grapes, blue VW Beetle and a Motel. My story is short this month, as I almost forgot to do it! Why don't you have a go?
All Sean had to do was to go over that bridge, to make some effort and to try to put some of the wrongs he'd done, right.
Something was holding him back.
He was sitting outside the pub next to the Motel where he'd stayed the night and was drinking a small beer.
His blue Beetle was parked nearby. Ready for off.
Ellie -Mae was waiting for him. She'd been waiting for him for three years.
The trouble was, he was a rover, unable to settle down and he couldn't commit himself to anyone. He'd never been one for the conventional life. He liked to travel and that is what he had been doing these last few years. Grape picking in Italy and taking what work he could find. But mostly just bumming around and enjoying his freedom.
He admitted to himself that he'd let Ellie- Mae down badly and he felt guilty now that he'd found out he'd left her pregnant and he hadn't known that at the time.
Just by chance he'd heard about this from some one he'd bumped into on his travels.
She wanted him back and his little girl, Elouise, was nearly three years old now. He had missed her baby days. He was afraid though.... afraid of the responsibility.
He knew that he was fortunate that Ellie- Mae wanted him back after the way he'd treated her and he wasn't sure whether he felt the same way about her or not. That was the truth of the matter.
So what should he do? Turn round and head back to the country and forget the pair of them? Or get back onto the Motorway and cross that bridge and find them both in the town where he knew Ellie- Mae would be waiting?
Sean drained his glass, stretched and sighed. He would do neither of those two things.
He'd head back to Motel.
Tomorrow was a new day. The decision could wait until then.