Charlotte’s Dream


Copyright Janet Webb

Charlotte shuffled to the window and sat in her rocking chair. With her tea balanced on the window ledge beside the geranium, she watched her dress blowing in the wind. She aired it out every Friday. Dan would be coming home soon, then he would take her dancing. They planned on getting married. She promised to wait.

Charlotte closed her eyes, afraid to admit she was getting tired. “How long has it been?” she wondered. The years have slipped by. “Has it been over fifty years since he left?” She dismissed the thought. She clung to her dream; it was all she had.


This post is part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge. In this challenge, hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, writers are encouraged to write a 100 words in response to the photo prompt. Other entries in this weeks challenge are:


44 thoughts on “Charlotte’s Dream

  1. AnElephantCant always be punctual
    Although he does try to stick to a plan
    He likes your wee tale
    Where she waits to no avail
    But AnElephant isn’t as tardy as Dan

    Loved your story, well done.

  2. Thanks for linking to me Lilly! I found this a heart warming and depressing post at the same time. Well, maybe not depressing, but disappointing because she did not get what she wanted.

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