I had a little extra time this week, so I decided to jump back into Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to take part and write your own 100-word story based on the picture below, just visit Rochelle’s Blog for the details at this link.
The photo is courtesy of Ted Strutz. My story is below the photo.
RIVER OF LOVE
Lindy was almost breathless with anticipation. She’d sat here in the bedroom window of the rambling family home on the banks of the Ohio scores of evenings, waving at the young men who manned the barges running down river.
Several months ago, one of those young men had come looking for her on his day off. They’d gone for ice cream and talked late into the night on her porch. One visit led to another, and then led to love. Tonight he wouldn’t wave from the barge. Tonight he’d put a ring on her finger and say, “I do.”
Author’s note: When my mother was in her very early twenties, she worked in Evansville, Indiana, and boarded with a family in a two story house on the banks of the Ohio River. She told me that she and the daughter of the house often sat in the open bedroom windows and waved at the guys who manned the barges running down river. I actually visited the place she lived when I was in high school. This house brought that memory back to me.
The Happy Wordcrafter 
Sweet story.
Thank you.
It’s tough to trust a sailor. I hope it worked out for them
Dear Sandra,
It’s good to see you here this week. And such a sweet story to boot.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle.
I enjoyed the window your story opened into life on the Ohio River. Barge-watching sounds fun, especially when it leads to dreams coming true!
Thank you, Dora.
This could have turned dark fast. I’m glad you kept it light. Nice fiction with the fringe of truth.
Thanks for taking the time to read it.
You are very welcome.
What a charming story, Sandra. Good to know it’s based on factual personal family history. I enjoyed reading it.
Thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it as well. I can still clearly see in my mind the exact spot on the bank of the Ohio from where my Mom used to wave — way back in the 1940’s. I haven’t been there myself since the 1970’s, but it’s a no-fade memory. 🙂
Remarkable.
A great snippet from the past, memories
Thanks for taking the time to read it, Mike.
What a lovely story, Sandra.
Thank you.
Loved this, thanks
I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for letting me know.