True Story: Trifextra Week Two

Cruel crimson lips mocked him for ever loving her.

Stepping off the plane, his two motherless children helped him carry his heavy baggage.

He couldn’t know his future wife was biking solo across the country to meet him.

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This meets the requirements for this week’s Trifextra challenge: to write a complete story in three sentences. I was kind of hoping for just one, to try and go for the famous baby shoes story , but I suppose three is okay.

I know you shouldn’t tell real stories, but sometimes they really are the better ones. This one could just be: the story before my parents met.

15 Comments

  1. Yessssssssssssss. I want to know so much more. (And what’s wrong with true?) Like why he wouldn’t know his future wife was biking solo crosscountry entirely to meet HIM. Or who he was mocked for loving. Or how his children became motherless. The story is marvelous.

    1. Thanks jester queen!

      Well, my dad’s first wife decided she didn’t want to have the responsibilities of being a wife and mother anymore, and simply walked out.

      My mother was a former hippie-ish free spirit who biked across the country one summer. On her return, a friend set her up on a blind date with my dad. She ALMoST stood him up. But my aunts talked her into it.

      Later, his first wife decided she wanted her teenage kids back after all….but that’s another story!

  2. as a former biker woman – who only gave it up when her arms refused to cooperate any longer for the long rides she loved – I am hoping to hear more of how these two meet. 🙂 The backstory as well is intriguing.

    1. A blind date set up by a friend. Maybe I’ll tell the rest sometime.

      My grandparents have a pretty cool story too:

      She was a Rosie the Riveter writing him letters while he worked on a hospital boat. He showed up on his motorcycle, in crisp uniform. The day they met he chased down the family chickens that had gotten free and brought them back. She broke it off with her local sweetheart who was heartbroken….it would make a great novel, I think. My Babci (Polish for grandmother) thinks so too!

  3. Thanks for linking up to Trifextra this week. You’ve given us one of my personal favorite types of writing–the personal, historical non-fiction. I find nothing more wonderful than picking through memories and turning them into art on paper. Thank you for sharing such a special family moment with us. Hope to see you back on Monday.

  4. What’s wrong with finding your inspiration in reality? After all you can only write what you know. I like the “heavy baggage” image here which is both literal and metaphorical.

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