Pixel Fiction 2

This is Pixel fiction and this is the story I wrote. I write the beginning this time and Carol writes the ending. Anyone can participate. Just leave a comment with your blog address so we can read it.

Note to Carol: Yes I was sneaky. You can't write another story until you complete this story. The last one was hard for me.

Note to anyone who stumbles on this post: This is just fiction.

The Blond Girl...



Hello! I am a 25 year old, blue eyed, blond girl from Russia. I came to your country at the age of 21 because I was poor. I became a mail order bride. I knew not to trust the photos he sent. I just wanted a better life. And somehow help my family in Russia.

So I came and married him. He was older than dried prunes left outside in the bitter cold. He was mean. But I served him. I cooked for him, washed the dishes, and gave him a son. But he was never happy. I never made him happy. Did he make me happy? Yes. He gave me food and shelter. And my beautiful son. I could also send some money to my family in Russia. I could not complain.

But then I met Carlos. He worked at the grocery store. It was love at first sight for us. At first we pretended to run into each other. But the love was powerful. We could not deny it. We gave in. He wanted me to leave my husband and marry him.

And I would have.

Except....

On a cloudy day, I was walking towards the grocery store with the baby in my arms.

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Your turn!