If you’ve read A Surprise Harvest Bride, you may remember Hope’s friend, Bessie. She was injured in the accident in the textile mill. The one who’d made a business arrangement to become a mail-order bride. But her injury prevented her from going. So she sent her closest friend, Hope. When I saw the submission call for flash fiction pieces involving children as matchmakers, an idea sprung to life. It was time for Bessie to get her happy ending…
Bessie Thompson pushed a strand of her honey-colored hair from her face.
“Miss Bessie, your beau is here!” Eight-year-old Laura, her employer’s granddaughter, bounced on her toes in front of Bessie’s wheelchair.
“Your imagination has gotten away with you again.” She didn’t have a beau.
She’d once held the ticket for a train headed for Wyoming and a husband. Until the horrible accident at the textile mill happened.
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