Clive’s Engagement

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

“That was Clive.”

“How’s he?” 

“He’s fine.  He’s engaged.”


“He told me this morning.”

She felt faint. 

“Are you all right, Dear?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look well.”

“I’m fine.”

It wasn’t true.  She wasn’t fine.  She was devastated.  How could Clive be engaged?  She couldn’t let him go through with it.  She had to do something. 

And here she was on the train heading towards Windhoek.  She told Charles that she was visiting her aunt in Johannesburg and he believed her.  Poor Charles.  He didn’t suspect that she, his wife and his son, Clive were once lovers.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt Here. To read other stories or to participate, click Here

23 thoughts on “Clive’s Engagement

  1. Dear Adele,

    Now there’s a nasty little love triangle. It sounds like it would be best for all concerned if she let Clive go. It doesn’t sound like she’s going to do that. The one I feel for is Charles. Nicely done.



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    1. She should leave Clive alone but the problem is, she’s still in love with him. They were in a relationship before she married his father. Clive learned about the marriage when he went home after graduating from university. Devastated, he packed up and moved to Namibia where he met the girl he’s going to marry. If his step-mother doesn’t wise up, she will lose everything.

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  2. Oh, lardy.
    Fist I hear, “Your Lyin’ Eyes” by the Eagles.
    Then I recall a “Chicago Med” drama where she accused of bonkin’ his dad.
    Oh, what tangled webs humans (esp. writers) can weave. Well contrived. 🙂

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