Waiting: Friday Fictioneers

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photo prompt @ Sandra Crook

He told me to meet him under the oak tree. Sit at one of the tables and wait. All the others were empty. I sat. I waited. How long did he expect me to wait? Inconsiderate: my time was also precious. Too often I’d waited. If the cafe had been open I might have waited longer. I wasn’t going to sit there like a dog waiting for my master to turn up. The oak tree looked like it was crying but perhaps it was reflecting my tears. I’d had enough. I was gone.

Lucky as “the tree fell and obliterated” the headlines read.

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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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35 Responses to Waiting: Friday Fictioneers

  1. Reena Saxena says:

    The tree was not so lucky ….

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  2. Vivian Zems says:

    Being stood up is so irritating!

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  3. You always surprise me, Irene. This tale is terrific. Too bad the tree didn’t get the message – maybe it could have been proactive and prevented its fall.

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  4. Sandra says:

    I thought the first part of the story was very moving. I hope the finally paragraph referred to the dastardly coward who stood her up.

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  5. Iain Kelly says:

    Did the tree fall by accident, or was this his evil plot all along? Glad she decided not to wait any longer!

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  6. Sounds like she had a double lucky escape!

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  7. Waiting is one of the worst experiences, but being crushed would have topped that.

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  8. granonine says:

    Just in time! Nice tension here.

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  9. Joy Pixley says:

    Hm, this one is mysterious…. My guess is that this was an internet romance, and she didn’t realize that the “man” who loved her was really a tree, who died of heartbreak after she wouldn’t even talk to him. Either that, or he used to be a man, but something horrible turned him into a tree, and he was hoping beyond hope that she would un-curse him, but she didn’t even recognize him.

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  10. plaridel says:

    methinks it was a setup. she was lucky to survive. 🙂

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  11. I’m thinking he had it in for her and she escaped just in time?

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  12. Miles Rost says:

    She was set up! To quote Admiral Ackbar: “It’s A Trap!” Well done!

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  13. Dear Irene,

    It did sound like a set up. Glad she escaped both a crummy relationship and being crushed by a falling tree. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  14. ceayr says:

    Have to agree with Sandra, the first part of the story is excellent.

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