THE CITY GIRL

 

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Here we are, gathered together again. Today we’re sitting in an apartment in the city. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week it to write a story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/02/01/3-february-2017/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE CITY GIRL by P.S. Joshi

Martha had spent her life in the city. Her best friend told her she needed to take a trip to the country and experience it.

She replied, “I always have my flower in the window. Besides, bugs and dirt bother me. The last time I went to Central Park several years ago a dog wet on my shoe.”

Then she met Ed. He was athletic and enjoyed the outdoors. The main thing she admired in him was his interest in her.

One day he talked her into driving with him to the country to visit friends. Her attitude changed entirely.

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54 thoughts on “THE CITY GIRL

  1. For a second there, I had a flashback and thought you were going to end with “… and then he broke her arm.”

    Glad no one was left out to pasture, turned into dumplings or stuck with the psycho in this one.

    My “drive to the country” is a walk on the beach; and your story reminds me I’m overdue (yes, even though it’s February and I’m in New England).

    Nice work. πŸ™‚

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    • Thanks, Iain.I would bet there are really people like her. It’s hard to understand if you like the rural atmosphere and fresh air. I like living in a city but a change is good once in a while. I’m glad you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Dale. I was raised from age nine in a cottage in the woods. My dad fixed it up for year round living. That’s okay but I wouldn’t like tent camping. My son, on the other hand, is like my dad was and loves it. I’m glad you liked the story. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  2. I enjoyed this one, Suzanne. I know people who dislike the outdoors because of insects, the possibility of snakes, etc. But if you let the little things hold you back, you miss all the beauty. Perhaps he’ll show her that side of the equation.

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    • Thanks, Russell. I hope you’re right. I think they’ll both be okay. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I appreciate the place I grew up more now than I did then. It was beautiful.and quiet. It’s certainly not quiet where I live now and the air isn’t nearly as clean. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Alicia. I’m happy you like the story so much. I was born and lived in a city neighborhood for nine years where everyone knew the neighbors. I was in my friend’s homes and they were in mine. I missed that when we moved out to the country. I appreciate the beauty, clean air, and quiet more now than I did then. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Mick. I appreciate the country more now that I’m older. I missed the city neighborhood where I was born and my young friends lived when we moved. I’m happy you enjoyed the story about her learning to love the country. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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