As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre. They had met on a beautiful summer day on this same spot so many decades ago. Her young heart had yearned for wild romance and he had provided it liberally, but the fear of an uncertain future and her father’s harsh promise stopped her from letting him deflower her. A decision she later appreciated as she watched Margaret’s plod through a loveless marriage to the libertine. Turns out Jean Pierre had only loved the status they could provide: a typical fortune-hunter.
With those memories playing on her mind, she made the difficult decision. Since her granddaughter has chosen to let passion steal her good senses there was nothing she could do, but have the lawyers redraft her will, there was no way she was letting a lecher touch one cent of her family’s money. What was it about French men that made the women in their family abandon all caution?
Written by Chioma I.N
In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on this link to read others stories.
Thank you Marcy B. Ayanian for providing the picture.
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