(Author’s note: Hoping to publish some actual stories in the near future. It’s more that right now I just need to survive the next three months at work. Once I get that done with, it’s all better sailing from there. Enjoy my throw back to the past. )
© J. Hardy Carroll
A White Sport Coat (and a Pink Carnation)
by Miles H. Rost
40 years ago, I met a beautiful young lady named Michelle. We were in an art class at a local community center.
We grew close. We dressed up fashionably, to go out dancing and impress our friends on campus.
After each night of dancing, we’d doff our clothing and work on our art, painting each other in all that God gave us.
I told her that I would love her forever.
40 years later, I have bought the building, the old art hall where we met. The art hall that was destroyed by grenades fired by national guardmen.
The hall where she died.
Music and Fiction 
Very sad. You tell a lot about their life in so few words.
Nothing wrong with a throw back. Hope things calm down for you soon.
This was so interesting to read
Yes, hoping the same for you. And excellent story. In fact you told a lot in less. Wonderful read.
I hope the next three months work out as you want. This such a bitter-sweet story.
Oh wow! So sad.
So much sadness in this week’s responses to the prompt. Good take. I can feel the love.
This a beautiful love story that leaves us with so many unanswered questions.
I’m a big Marty Robbins fan, and do my own twisted rendition of Big Iron at some of our local picking parties. Too bad about the grenades.
A terrible tale of sadness, well told. Good luck with the next three months
Very poignant.
Just enough detail to make us care, enough story to make us want to know more, enough story to tell us all we need to know.
A very sad tale filled with memories. I like where you took the prompt this week.
And … the song.
Isadora 😎