Today’s challenge is going to be a little bit different. I’m going to give a line of dialog and then you can add to it. I think short and sweet should do. Use the line of dialog somewhere in your writings. Let’s keep it at 200 words or less. Have fun!
The line of dialog to use is: “I’m too old to start again.”
“Come on, Ruthie, it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know Bertha, it might be too soon.”
“Now you know it’s been five long years since Albert’s death. You need to be livin’ a life again!”
“I’m too old to start again.”
“Nonsense! You’re only sixty-four years old, still a young woman.”
“Now who’s speakin’ nonsense, Bertha? Young woman! Don’t be tryin’ to talk me into something I’ll probably be sorry for later.”
“It’s only a dinner date. It’s not like you’re gonna marry the man.”
“Easy for you to say, you’ve still got your man. It’s not so easy to start over. I never did like datin’.”
“Don’t look at it as a ‘date’, look at it as a free dinner and one you don’t have to cook.”
Ruthie closed her eyes, leaned back into her chair and sighed. Bertha had been trying to get her to go out and have some fun for ages now. She was getting tired of fighting her best friend of forty years. Maybe she was right. It had been five years since Alfred passed from a sudden heart attack. She just felt that she was betraying Alfred’s memory going out with another man. Not that anything would come of it. She was ok with being a widow.
“Ok, Bertha, I’ll do it.” Ruthie just hoped it wasn’t a mistake.
The Last Chapter 
“I’m too old to start again.”
Alice’s statement resulted in her son’s eyes rolling and a disgruntled sigh leaving his lips.
“Mom, for the umpteenth time you are not old – 57 isn’t old for God’s sake.”
“Well that’s easy for you to say with your life ahead of you.”
“Your life isn’t over either. Come on where’s that determination we always saw as kids?”
“Up and gone, that’s what. They won’t want me, I’m too old.”
“Well we will never know if you keep putting up barriers, will we? I’ll walk you in.”
Alice let her grown son walked her to the main entrance of the office building. She could feel her shoulders tense, her mouth grow dry. It had been over 25 years years since her last job interview.
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This is great! Boy, I remember that feeling when I had to go look for a job at 40 something….scary. Thanks for joining, Mandy!
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I enjoyed the prompt! A nice tea break from work.
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Great story, Jackie – and I like Mandy’s as well 😀
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Thanks, Dianne! 🙂
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This will be too fun!!
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I hope so. 🙂
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🙂
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My dad passed when my mom was only 41…my age now. And you know, she never did date again. She said that she could never love another man like she loved my father.
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People have to do what is best for them. Some never get over losing their partner. And some can’t stand to be alone.
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Very true, Jackie. Thankfully my aunt was divorcing and they’ve been living together for the last 20 years. They take care of each other. 🙂
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That’s good. 🙂
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I’m thankful that they have each other. 🙂
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