First Flower
By JE Lillie
He was invisible. The third of seven children. His two elder brothers were soldiers in the war. His sisters were startling beauties. Then of course there was Bobby, the baby, the favorite. It was a miracle he didn’t forget his own name in the shadow of his siblings.
“Sam, Sam! that’s it.” the girl at the register exclaimed.
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
“Your name. Your name is Samuel right? I see you at school everyday. ” Her smile blinded him.
Just like that buying a loaf of bread turned into falling in love.
Happy Valentines! This is my response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge.
Every week about 100 authors share 100-word stories regarding a photo prompt chosen by Rochelle.
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Awe…So sweet. And well written also.:)
Thank you Susan!
This is so lovely. Others see him where he himself thinks he’s invisible, and then a happy ending. Beautiful story.
Thank you!
So sweet!
Snap!
Very good. I imagine his place in the family pecking order would do that. Poor old… – what was his name again?
The bane of many a middle child.
Lovely story, Joseph. Love and recognition both came at last. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thanks Patricia.
How easily he dismisses himself…
And the middle child syndrome, don’t get me started… My sister whines about being the middle child ALL. THE. TIME! 😉
If it’s not the middle child it’s the baby.
Ain’t that the truth… spoken like a true Eldest… (at least, that’s what I am!)
Me too.
I could tell by your comment!
*sighs* so beautifully written!
Thank you!
Most welcome. 🙂