“How could anyone ever tire of France, Patrick?” Rebecca asked as she looked out the window at the beautiful tiled roof just outside.
“I don’t know, Sweetie. I always wanted to come back to Paris with you,” Patrick said.
“This may be the last time, Patrick.”
“I know,” he said, as he reached into his luggage and handed her a beautiful Hermes scarf. Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat and she looked at Patrick. “What have you done?”
“I’m giving you something to remember me by. You are my love.” #amwriting #amblogging #writing #FridayFictioneers
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Thanks, Rochelle!
The Write Scribe 
How could you just leave us hanging?
Well done!
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Thank you! Actually, I’m not leaving you hanging. 🙂 That was a little flash fiction segment out of a novel I’m writing! Stay tuned.
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Ah ha!!
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I shall look forward to more then!
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Thanks!
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I didn’t understand this I’m afraid. Where is he going? Why?
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A little snippet of romance and mystery!
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A bit of a romantic mystery!
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Dear Rosemary,
How refreshing to read a sweet romance. Although, you have me wondering where he’s going that she needs something to remember him by. Lovely bit.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle!
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Lovely and with that last line, bitter sweet. It sounds like maybe one of them won’t be around much longer.
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Intriguing!
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Thanks! It’s a little snippet out of a novel I’m writing.
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It starts out so romantic, and then something threatens… great scene.
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