She seized a stick and scrawled “I love you” in the sand.
He chose a boulder and sharpened his chisel.
All afternoon, he scored, hammered and chipped.
He called to her at last to present his reply.
By then, she had skipped away and the tide had erased her words.
Joanna Alexandra Norland’s plays, including Lizzy, Darcy and Jane, and Mothers Have Nine Lives, have been produced on four continents.
How delightful, Joanna! You had me riveted! 😍
…but between you and me?
I just KNEW the dude was gonna screw it up.
We dude’s always do 🙄
Fantastic work! ❤️
Sigh, how many screw ups are simply a well intentioned error of timing? I think they both floundered a bit. Thank you for your kind words – your stories are wonderful.
Ah, the ephemeral human heart.
Indeed! Thank you for commenting and looking forward to your next story.
I really like the escape at the end of this story.
thank you!
Yes
Well done. I’m not sure it’s a Venus and Mars thing. I’m a bit of a chiseler.
So simple and beautiful Joanna.
Thank you! No – not an M/F thing at all. But different people have different rhythms, and that creates a lot of misunderstanding. Keep chiseling!
Lovely story, Joanna
thank you!