Someday I’ll Marry Julie-With-The-Pretty-Blonde-Hair
I can tell by the roll of my sister’s eyes—she does not want to take me on the Magic Mushroom ride again. Silly Sis. It’s not the ride that makes me drag her by her sleeve into line again.
It’s Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair.
Finally, she succumbs and stomps into line, and I’m within inches of my love. When an intoxicating scent wraps around me, I wonder: Is it cotton candy or Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair?
It doesn’t matter. I could live here forever.
Our mushroom takes flight. I point, unable to contain my enthusiasm. “Someday, I’ll marry Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair,” I yell.
Sis rolls her eyes. Again.
THE END
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Just last week, I had fun in a Flying Triceratops with my grandson, Tommy, at Disney World’s Magic Kingdom. Though I’m pretty sure, at the age of four, it was flying a Triceratops that made Tommy squeal with joy, and not Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair.
I must admit, I squealed a little, too. 🙂
Ah, the schoolboy crush. I remember being severly afflicted on more than one occassion. It’s an experience that makes one dizzy. You captured it well.
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That’s one area I think the girls can definitely keep up with the boys, Russell–the intensity of school crushes. 🙂
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That was such a sweet story. Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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I love how fascinating you make real-life scenes, Jan. Wonderful little story!
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Thanks, Madison. I have fond memories of crushes at the local carnival. 🙂
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Dear Jan,
How sweet. When my eldest son, Shannon was four he was going to marry Paula-with-the-pretty-blonde-hair. He ended up marrying Sayda with the pretty black hair. 😉 It’s all good. 😉 Love your story. And of course Tommy is just adorable.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. I love the innocence of kids, and how they think their lives will turn out. I guess at every stage of life, we think we’re pretty wise. 🙂
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It’s good to have a dream – I hope he doesn’t have it crushed. Great photo 🙂
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Sadly, this school boy crush, like so many others, will likely be crushed. Thanks, Iain!
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His yell has given the game away. Ah, young
Love. 😄
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The passion, the innocence, the wild abandon. Nothing like young love!
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I wonder if she’ll ever get together with the-boy-that-lived-in-hope! Nice one.
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A nicely written, sweet tale as delightful as cotton candy or blonde hair! I’m still smiling!
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I’m glad you liked it, Penny. Childhood is one of my favorite things to write about.
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I just love this. So perfectly told! Julie-with-the-pretty-blonde-hair probably doesn’t even know he exists…
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Thank you, Dale. I’m afraid you’re right. How many crushes have gone unknown? Hmm…I think there’s a story there. 🙂
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Someday perhaps… who knows and the sister would still roll her eyes. But that would be some…day.
Nicely written.
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Thank you, Norma. Big sister’s always roll their eyes, I suppose. I’m a big sister. 🙂
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Good Lord, it’s Jan Morrill!!! Sweet story.
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Hi Ted! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I’m glad to be back and glad to read your stories again, too!
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I loved – Julie-with-the-Pretty-Blonde-Hair – Great story.
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Thank you, Dan. It seems many of us have stories based on our memories of the fair. 🙂
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Such a sweet and beautiful story, Jan. Loved the title too. 🙂
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Thanks for adding the pic of your grandson at the end.
Sweet story.
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