Having opened the vein, I can’t stop the bleeding – my latest story for FF is another romance. I hope you enjoy it, but let me know either way. If you want to read more stories from the same picture, head over the Rochelle’s page and particular thanks to Renee Heath for this week’s prompt. I hope I’ve read the street names correctly; if not, this is an even more obscure reference to the prompt!
The Crossroads of Evans and Chicago (Genre: Romance)
“What’s to decide?”
“The ballet, Ma,” Mary whispered.
“Rhodri Evans’ Da’s the richest man in the valley. You’d never have to worry again.”
“Does he love you?” Her father knocked his pipe on the table.
“I think so,” said Mary. “Yes.”
“Then take the ballet.”
Ma’s face flushed red. “Are you mad? Do you want our daughter to be miserable for the rest of her life?”
“But it’s two years, Da. In Chicago.”
“If he loves you, he’ll wait. If he doesn’t, he’s not worth marrying. And no, I don’t want her to be miserable. I want her to soar.”