FFfAW: The Touch of his Hand

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The Touch of his Hand

“Are you coming, my dear?”

Millie looked up at the sound of his voice. Tommy stood in the doorway, his hand outstretched, waiting for hers to join it.

She still remembered the first time their hands had touched, all those years ago. She’d shyly slid her fingers into his as they’d walked into the picture house – barely believing the handsome boy had chosen her. He’d squeezed her hand and given a flirtatious wink, setting her heart aflutter. That had been their first date. Many more had soon followed.

The touch of his hand had swiftly become the most important thing in her life: his caress set her senses alight; his support carried her through the hardest days. When his long fingers had slid the ring, the symbol of their devotion, onto her own, she’d known she was complete.

His death had left her adrift.

She’d simply marked time the since his passing, knowing she’d see him again soon.

“Of course,” she said, rising to her feet. Without any hesitation, she slid her fingers into his.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Artycaptures.

In remembrance of my grandparents, Millie and Tommy – gone but never forgotten.

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18 thoughts on “FFfAW: The Touch of his Hand

    1. Thanks, PJ. My grandparents have been gone for a long time now, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about and missing them. I’m glad you enjoyed the story. 🙂

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  1. This is very nearly a true story, Louise. Until I got to your note at the end, I was about to write, ‘Great choice of names’. My mum and dad would have loved your story. 😃

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    1. I named the male character Tommy without even thinking about it. The female had to be Millie after that! I’m glad you liked it, Mum, and think that Grandma and Grandad would have as well. 🙂

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  2. Such a beautiful and touching love story, Louise. Love does indeed make us patient, Millie had been patiently waiting to re-unite with her soulmate on the other side and she did.
    A most lovely tribute to your grandparents.

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