Friday Fiction – True Love

Something very different for me this week. First, a true story (in parts); second, brazenly exceeding the word limit. This story, all except the bit about the photo itself, is based on the romance of my maternal Grandparents. The story of how they met, fell in love and married is worthy of its own novel. Even at 150 words, this version merely scrapes the surface, so I hope you will forgive me its length.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure, so the saying goes. I don’t think my grandparents ever felt the need to repent – their love, friendship and companionship was evident to all who knew them and an inspiration to those of us who come after.

When he died, after more than 60 years of marriage, my Grandad was in the arms of his beautiful bride; she still misses him every day. And she still, when telling how they married, says “Married in a rush”, with a playful wink.


True Love

“Married in a rush,” she’d say, with a playful wink. They were, but not for the reason it implied – their first child wasn’t born for another seven years. Their hurry had all to do with avoiding separate postings. “There was a war on,” she would add.

There’s only one photograph. They keep it beside their bed.  She in a simple, grey dress; he a grey suit. The dress was blue in real life: a favourite, but worn many times before and since.

But what did it matter? They were in love, they had been happily married for fifty-nine and three-quarter years. A white dress is no guarantee of happiness. Still, when he saw it, he couldn’t resist. He pulled £100 from their pension savings – the very amount her father had insisted he prove he had before giving them permission to wed – and opened the door of the second-hand shop.


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30 responses to “Friday Fiction – True Love

  1. Ah! I love it! So sweet! 😀

  2. its folks like your grandparents who hearten us to believe in the word “love”
    a beautiful story

  3. Dear Jennifer,

    Given the beauty of your story, you’re hereby forgiven your 50 word transgression. ;D I thoroughly enjoyed it.



  4. Rishal

    I re-read the story just to feel happy a second time over. Lovely!

  5. Nice story Jennifer, very sweet. (And thanks for the heads-up last week – sorry I wasn’t there to take part.)

  6. Dear Jennifer,

    You’ve been away on vacation so you get 300 words in my book. Didn’t need them, though, did you. What a beautiful story. You showed us all how to blend history into the prompt and make us all smile with love.

    You’ve left us in the dust this week.



    • Thank you for your understanding, Doug. I might need those other spare words, so I’ll keep them somewhere safe! I’m glad you liked the story, but I can’t take much credit – it’s an heirloom.

  7. A happy ending.

    Thanks for sharing.

  8. Ah, I love real true love stories. This made my day 🙂

  9. “worthy of its own novel” — I really hope it’s on your ‘to write’ list after TPF 🙂

  10. So very sweet – love forever, nothing’s better.

  11. I really enjoyed this post. The sweetness of the single photo and the 7 years before a baby. Really well done.

  12. pattisj

    Awww, how sweet of him to buy the dress. He was definitely a keeper!

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  15. Your story is similar to mine this week. An enduring love story.

  16. michael1148humphris

    When love is true it is so special,

  17. Beautiful when it works out like that.

  18. So touching! Real one too! Thanks for sharing.
    Grandparents are special. I remember mine…

    He probably felt guilty that she did not have a white bridal dress.
    Hope they clicked another pic.

    My story-
    Are You There? – Anita

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