My October Short Story


A Distant Heart

The leaves were starting to turn a rosy red and the grasses that just weeks ago waved lush and green on the hillsides was changing to hues of rust. The summer that was almost over now, reminded Fletcher that in less than a week Jenny would head off to UBC where she would study marine biology putting a distance of over seven thousand kilometers between them. Jenny had ambition and a clever mind, one that easily qualified her for the Major Entry Scholarship set up for outstanding east coast students. Fletcher never understood what she saw in him. He like his father, would stay back in Petty Harbour and go off with the other men of the small hamlet to fish as generations had done before him. The wind blew harshly off the ocean as he sat crouched on the wet wooden dock where the boats were harboured, holding his knees tightly to his chest with his muscular arms, trying to hide the convulsion of emotions that threatened to erupt momentarily to sorrowful sobs. Jenny was his high school sweetheart, the only girlfriend he ever had, the only woman he ever loved and she was slipping out of his life. They had promised to marry as soon as she finished her studies and earned her degree but in his heart he knew that a woman as beautiful as Jenny would be pursued by other young suitors in her field of study. His heart desperately wanted to beg her not to go, but that would doom both of them to an impoverished and isolated life in rural Newfoundland. Jenny had the smarts to rise above that. He loved her far too much to hold her back even though it meant that he would lose her. So in a few days, he would drive her to the airport in St. John’s where he would kiss her goodbye and know that he might never see her again.

By Marianne Scott

8 thoughts on “My October Short Story

  1. What a sad, yet sweet and romantic story. They say love should not hurt. But it does. Well done, Marianne.

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    • Thank you kindly Ingrid. As writers we have to tug at the hearts and emotions of our readers to get them engaged in what we write. I’m still learning but getting better at it. This story is a writing exercise from the Cambridge Writer’s Group I belong to. I’m finding that even the shortest of pieces have potential to turn into a larger story. How about you?


      • Yes, Marianne, shorter stories have the potential to turn into larger stories, and into novels. Sometimes, I write flash fiction (500 word short stories); these very short stories are inspirational and, should I one day run out of creative steam, I have these to get the engines fired up again. I have in the early summer published a novella (70 pages), my first one, and I have been told by a number of readers that in it is material for a much larger, 300-page story. It makes me think.

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  2. Excellent Marianne.
    It must be very good, cause I now want to further follow this narrative and see where it leads. Excellent.

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    • Thanks Ephriam. Actually this is just a short story but I find they all have potential for enlargement. I have a novel in production to be released in January. The title is “Finding Ruby”, a spy thriller. If you scroll through my blog I have blurbs about it. Please sign up for my emails and I’ll post more.

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  3. Beautifully written in short.
    It says everything.

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  4. Hello Marianne, found your blog on Shiva comment. Good writing. Looking forward to reading more:) blessings, d

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