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April 17, 2014 at 9:09 am 38 comments

for friday fictioneers 100-word challenge 18 april 2014

douglas m. macilroy
photo credit: douglas m. macilroy

nathan parked in front of the house with the fancy mailbox. he knew its nooks and crannies. the imaginary monsters in the attic. the strange smell of the basement in the winter. it was the family home.

after all the children left, his parents decided to sell the house because it became too big for them.

he remembered the happy times and the pain of moving his boyhood stuff when it was sold.

his thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and a woman his age came out.

nathan didn’t know it yet, but he just met his future wife.

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  • 1. Amy  |  April 17, 2014 at 10:38 am

    Wonderful story! πŸ™‚

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    • 2. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 1:26 pm

      amy:

      thank you for reading. i’m glad you liked it. πŸ™‚

      Reply
  • 3. Indira  |  April 17, 2014 at 10:56 am

    Wonderful.

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    • 4. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 1:27 pm

      indira:

      your comment is much appreciated. thank you.

      Reply
  • 5. Karen Whitelaw  |  April 17, 2014 at 4:21 pm

    All the details of his childhood in the house show a life beautifully. Your story has a lovely turn at the end. We’ll done, Plaridel.

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    • 6. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:43 pm

      karen:

      i’m glad you liked this little story. thank you kindly.

      Reply
  • 7. Amy Reese  |  April 17, 2014 at 8:35 pm

    Does this mean that he can stay in his childhood home? What a lovely story, Plaridel.

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    • 8. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:43 pm

      amy:

      who says you can’t go home again? anyway, i think just the thought that he’s welcome there again is good enough.

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  • 9. draliman  |  April 17, 2014 at 9:05 pm

    Come full circle to start a new life in his old home perhaps, but as an adult this time. Lovely story!

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    • 10. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:44 pm

      draliman:

      wouldn’t that be nice? thank you for reading.

      Reply
  • 11. K.Z.  |  April 17, 2014 at 9:13 pm

    aww that was really lovely πŸ™‚

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    • 12. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:44 pm

      k.z.:

      hopefully, it didn’t come across as too sappy. πŸ™‚

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  • 13. Sandra  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:27 pm

    Full circle!

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    • 14. plaridel  |  April 17, 2014 at 11:54 pm

      sandra:

      he’s such a lucky guy!

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  • 15. justjoyfulness  |  April 18, 2014 at 4:46 am

    Lovely! I like happy ending … πŸ™‚

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    • 16. plaridel  |  April 18, 2014 at 3:03 pm

      justjoyfulness:

      well, what do you know? i do, too. πŸ™‚

      Reply
  • 17. aliciajamtaas  |  April 18, 2014 at 5:07 pm

    You caught the idea of leaving childhood behind – sights, smells, imagination. . . Good job.

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    • 18. plaridel  |  April 18, 2014 at 11:29 pm

      Alicia:

      your nice comment graciously accepted. thank you.

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  • 19. Nan Falkner  |  April 18, 2014 at 11:44 pm

    How romantic and I love it! Wonderful story. I remember a house we lived in, when I was 4th, 5th,and 6th grades. As we were moving out, I remember crying because it was like all my childhood fun had happened in this maze of a house with the huge back yard. Now, your hero sees his future wife coming out of his boyhood home. This is so sweet. Good story and thanks! Nan πŸ™‚

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    • 20. plaridel  |  April 19, 2014 at 2:55 pm

      nan:

      i’m glad it brought back memories. πŸ™‚

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  • 21. patriciaruthsusan  |  April 19, 2014 at 1:54 am

    Lovely story. This would be the dream of many people. I’ve always fondly remembered the house where I was born and lived for the first nine years. I’ve forgotten other addresses, but never that one. I still keep in touch with two of my friends from that neighborhood. We’ve all moved since then. Well written. πŸ™‚

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    • 22. plaridel  |  April 19, 2014 at 2:55 pm

      patricia:

      i agree it’d be a blast. sadly, it doesn’t always happen in real life.

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  • 23. rochellewisoff  |  April 19, 2014 at 2:32 am

    dear plaridel,

    i inherited my childhood home. we lived there for 25 years after my father passed away. we moved 7 years ago and i haven’t missed.

    sweet story.

    shalom,

    rochelle

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    • 24. plaridel  |  April 19, 2014 at 2:56 pm

      rochelle:

      where the heart is – that’s where home will always be.

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  • 25. Snow's Fissures and Fractures  |  April 19, 2014 at 4:37 am

    This is a beautiful story.

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    • 26. plaridel  |  April 19, 2014 at 2:56 pm

      lora:

      thank you reading. i’m really glad you liked it.

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  • 27. Sun  |  April 19, 2014 at 7:51 pm

    such a sweet story that probably has a happy ending. πŸ™‚

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    • 28. plaridel  |  April 19, 2014 at 11:20 pm

      sun:

      i want to believe. thank you for reading. πŸ™‚

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  • 29. elappleby  |  April 20, 2014 at 8:48 am

    Lovely, I’ve often thought about going back to see houses I’ve lived in before. And a lovely twist when he meets his future wife.

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    • 30. plaridel  |  April 20, 2014 at 2:16 pm

      el:

      thank you for reading. at first, i thought the end was a little lame, but went for it anyway. πŸ™‚

      Reply
  • 31. talesfromthemotherland  |  April 20, 2014 at 12:38 pm

    The sense of poignant memories is wonderful, and Amen for a happy twist at the end! Nice job.

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    • 32. plaridel  |  April 20, 2014 at 2:17 pm

      dawn:

      your nice comment is much appreciated. thank you.

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  • 34. sustainabilitea  |  April 20, 2014 at 5:06 pm

    Nice twist at the end, Plaridel. Sounds as though it will be the family home for another generation.

    janet

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    • 35. plaridel  |  April 20, 2014 at 9:29 pm

      janet:

      thank you for your visit and taking the time to read my story. much appreciated.

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  • 36. atrm61  |  April 21, 2014 at 2:02 am

    What a beautiful beginning where he thought something had ended a bit sadly:-)Loved the sweet twist Plaridel.

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    • 37. plaridel  |  April 21, 2014 at 1:37 pm

      atreyee:

      gotcha! glad the little twist worked. πŸ™‚

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      • 38. atrm61  |  April 21, 2014 at 8:32 pm

        πŸ˜€

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