Sarah wasn’t a morning person. She often overslept and had to dash straight into the elevator with her hair still wet.
“Surely for this,” she said, “He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.”
It was something silly she learned as a girl, but she whispered and wished as she passed each floor, always arriving in the lobby on “He loves me not.”
One morning, Sarah accidentally pressed “up.” All the way down, she recited the incantation. The door opened.
“He loves me,” she sighed, and there stood the man of her dreams.
Or so she thought.
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36 thoughts on “Match Made On Eleven”
Or so she thought–oh, dear. Sounds like she’s in for t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
Loved the almost “happy ending” to this 😉
I love your story and He Loves Me, he loves me not! Great story! Nan 🙂
HaHa, I love Mac Davis (is he still alive?)
Oh dear. A dream gone bad. Well done.
Way to keep your reader guessing, Honie. I read the ending two different ways — first, sinister — there’s something dangerous about this man. The second — that he’s disappointing — certainly not the man of her dreams.
As Hawkeye Pierce said on MASH (somewhat) quoting Kipling, “If you can keep your head while those about you are losing theirs, then you probably haven’t checked with your answering service.”
… and i have a feeling she didn’t. Honie, you did GREAT!
Now that is an interesting matchmaking idea! Ha ha. I so want her to find the man of her dreams. A magic elevator. I want one of those. I guess anything magic would work .Great story, Honie!
Indeed.. destroy all the happy ends… and at the end her broken body was found at the bottom of the elevator shaft.
Dang! I want to believe too. Must you twist us around at the end? I love the idea of her saying “he loves me, he loves me not,” all the way down each day… it’s something I did when I was young. Well done Honie!
Havin a big old heartbreak on the mind is a good ime to write a story.
Cute incantation, strange the things that follow us from childhood.
It seems like a happy ending, but that last line leaves a doubt. Anyway, well-written. Let’s hope for the best. I enjoyed the song. 🙂
The song, I know, telling right? I love Mac Davis. Can you believe he sang that song with the Muppets and they actually sang the lyric “hell of a man?” Funny coincidence, Mac’s second wife was named Sarah.
Brilliant short piece, I love the twist at the ending, really great!
Loved the ending. Too bad for Sarah
enjoyed the twist and hope he is indeed.
Sweet positive end.. 🙂
Great twist…or so she thought…we always think he’ll be the man of our dreams. Wondering now.
Us girls can sometimes be tricked by a wink and a smile, can’t we?
The FF zap at the end! I wonder whether she did the same with flower petals.
The FF zap, I like that!
This reads like the prologue or intro to something bigger. I loved the rhythm of “he loves me…he loves me not…”
Something bigger indeed, Rochelle. A big ole heartbreak is what I am thinking. I guess I have that on the brain too. 🙂
Oh, good job! I was thinking this was a nice love story … until the zinger at the end!
Love stories always seem to have zingers, don’t they? Good ones and bad ones.
…do go on!
You know I could, Mr. Petruska, but I’ll leave this one to the imagination.
That’s just cruel. 😉
Darn….I wish I had an elevator!!
A magic elevator. I could use one of those myself! 🙂
The “He loves me. He loves me not” test has also failed me on several occasions…
Me too. Me too.
good wee twist at the end 🙂
just a wee twist sometimes makes a big difference 🙂