My father forbad me to see John. He had said he was not the sort of person he wanted to see me with. He’d rather I dated Benedict Saunders. He was more to fathers liking, the sort of person I should be seeing as opposed to John who was what my father referred to as not right for me.
Benedict was as far as I was concerned, all-wrong, he smelt bad and was no more than a pompous git.
John and I decided to run away. We pledged our loyalty to each other and agreed to meet at the old railway line behind the town dump. I was so nervous about doing what we planned. It wasn’t how I planned to marry, I knew my family would be devastated and my father angry beyond words but I had to follow my heart.
I packed a bag, knowing so much that was mine I would have to leave behind, and headed up the path to the old railway line.
In my head so many thoughts raced. What if John wasn’t there? What if he and I didn’t hit it off as we thought? What if my father got wind of what I was doing?
As I turned the corner of the dump and the railway came into view, I saw him.
A young man, carrying a backpack, he looked so beautiful and so innocent.
My every fear disappeared; every hope and expectation came alight.
Written for: http://penntonic.wordpress.com/2014/12/16/creative-expressions-4-photo-abandoned-railway/
Morpethroad 
Follow your heart…very wise in this case. I’ve no time for pompous gits…especially smelly, pompous gits 🙂 You always come up with something, no matter how obscure the prompt is.
Thank you Lyn. Those pompous gits have no place anywhere i think. And in so many ways life is about following your heart no matter how much trouble it may put you in.
Being old and jaded I can’t help but fear trouble, but the romantic in me won’t die no matter how much I try to kill it, and it hopes for the best in this beautifully written story!
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Thank you so much, you are very generous. I shall go read yours now.
Opps I see I already have.
I’m with Lyn, your imagination is endless and definitely no room for gits pompous or otherwise.
Thank you Jenny, pompous gits know I none.
Great feel-good story, Michael! So glad for John and the narrator.
Thank you Gabriella appreciate you stopping by.
Great story it’s your life, your future. Love your parent but still have to live your life. A well written story.
Thanks so much Kim. Have a good day.
This is great. Sorry for the delay in responding. Holidays and all. Plus I just got the first feedback from my critique group, so I’ve been agonizing over a rewrite of Chapter 1. Yes, Chapter 1. It’s going to be a long journey, but I’m looking forward to all the work in the new year. I’m going to follow my heart! 🙂
Merry Christmas and thanks so much for joining my challenge. I hope we get more people to play along with us in the new year.
Thank you. I remember once I was asked to be part of a drama writing program and my dramaturg and I would meet each week whereupon I would return home and press delete on my computer. It felt like that but in the end I created a better play. So hang in there and follow your heart.