‘What was your first date, Logan?’
‘Karen Doubleknees. We met in holiday. She lived in Skegness. We were sixteen.’
‘But that’s…?’
‘500 miles from Chez Logan, yes.’
‘How?’
‘It’s not hard Morgan. We used the phone.’
‘That’s not a date. You have to stare into each other’s eyes, hold hands…’
‘We shared a bar of chocolate, we read our poetry and…’
‘How do you share chocolate over the phone?’
‘She sent me half in the post. We played the same single at the same time.’
‘That’s romantic.’
‘I suppose. It didn’t last.’
‘The distance?’
‘The chocolate. It wasn’t Cadbury’s.’
This was written in response to this week’s Carrotranch prompt
April 23, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about distance dating. It can be any genre, era, or setting. Who is dating, and why the distance? How do the characters overcome, accept, or break up because of the distance? Go where the prompt leads!
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About TanGental
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
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Funny! I like the sharing chocolate via post!
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Weirdo!
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Yes… that is me!
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This should stay in the annals of the age
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Ah well, history will decide….
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You Brits love your Cadburys and I guess we Aussies aren’t far behind. We’ve been watching a docu about the Cadbury factory and village recently. Your story was very quaint and brought back memories of a young man I used to talk to every Friday night on the phone when I was about 15. It was pretty much on par with that and because we lived on separate railway lines we couldn’t see each other til the holidays and then I sort of panicked and it didn’t go well.
I’ve been doing the A-Z series with a fellow blogger called Liam who has been looking at documentaries and I thought you’d enjoy it and could give him some encouragement.
Here’s the link: https://othemts.wordpress.com/
Best wishes,
Ro
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Will take a peek…
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Well, at least he once had a date!
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Hard to credit, isn’t it. Possibly because it was at a distance. Close up she may have killed him
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Sounds like a fight over barbecue sauce I took part in!
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That’s get to be worth a post…
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Surely sharing chocolate bridges any distance. So long as it’s the same chocolate!
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Ah, but isn’t chocolate one of those relationship defining things, like whether you think Groundhog day is a great film and is there enough when it comes to shoes (maybe that’s just my marriage!)
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Now I’m afraid to ask what you think about Groundhogs day. PS there is such a thing as too many shoes. I mean, how many can you wear at one time anyway?
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Ah such logic… whenever did that involve show wear? PS I love Groundhog Day!
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Bill Murray. Ring-a-ding-ding
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No matter the distance, it comes down to the chocolate.
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It’s a key, like empathy and smell
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