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OLWG# 190- Youth

Written for OLWG# 190



Cadence snuck out of the house that night. She went to meet Kit and it was harder than she expected it to be. Even as she lifted the window in her bedroom she was wondering if she had waited long enough. How could she be sure her parents were really asleep, maybe they were reading? Would Kit really be waiting? Or, had he fallen asleep at home?

She took dark streets to the club and to her relief, Kit was waiting. She smiled when she spotted him in the lot, leaning against his bike. She knew it was a Triumph Thruxton. Kit loved it but it looked a little too retro for her taste. He called it a “café racer” and she loved to sit behind him as he drove. She would wrap her arms around him, press her body next to his, close her eyes, and listen to the sound of the engine. She loved the rumble of the big machine. She loved Kit and she knew that he loved her too. That was why they were leaving together tonight. Next stop was a Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, the first one that they could find.

Cadence expected they would spend a few days in Nevada for a honeymoon and then return home as a newlywed couple. She thought that she would ask her Gramma if they could clean out the old garage apartment and live there. No one had occupied it since Papá had passed away.


I have been slow in getting things done for a couple of weeks. I need to catch up, so for this piece I used my 25 minute suggestion. I then gave myself an additional five minutes. Now I’m posting without editing. Apologies for the truncated story. This one was a tough one.


This weeks prompts were

  1. they did everything right
  2. leave it alone
  3. it’s a little too retro

10 thoughts on “OLWG# 190- Youth

    1. Gracias, señor. I might try to pick this up again later. I think I like these two. They kinda remind me of me and my sweetheart, but I never owned a Triumph. We did, however run away and get married. We eloped.

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  1. #3 is a repeat, yes?
    Oh, and I relate to the story. I married “that guy”. He kicked me to the curb years later, but, yeah. I married that guy.

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    1. No, number three is real. It just took me two weeks to post this. I’m behind. I still have last weeks to do and OLWG# 192 for the morning. I’m really behind, It’ll get done though, I promise. You might recognize one of the prompts for 192 if you think about it – thanks!

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  2. Reading this out of context, it strikes me that it is an excellent intro to a story. You put in just enough detail and characterisation for the reader to be invested in how the story unfolds. I think you should write this story.
    On another level, are there really people who use the word cadence as a given name?

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    1. Thanks for the kind words, Jane. I probably will write the story. I have personally never met anyone named Cadence (or Kit for that matter), but I’m certain that they must exist. Like narwhals, unicorns, Sasquatch, Nessie, and baby pigeons.

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      1. The pace and the tone struck me. It’s not often I read a short piece that sounds as well thought out.

        I don’t doubt you’re right about the name. Why not? I’ve heard weirder.

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  3. I knew a Constance, Cadence isn’t that strange of a name when you think about some of the weird ones that parents can come up with. Never mind naming a child after a country, state capital, or a New York borough. And I’m not talking about honored foreign heritage names either.

    What can’t the bride do once her father has paid for the wedding… cantaloupe.

    I wish I could have eloped. But I have my own good stories to tell 😉

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