A short story inspired by this week's daily words from HiveWord.
Cliffside rescue at sunset was generated by me using ChatGPT.
Charlie is a natty tailor in the secluded seaside settlement of Sundermouth. He moonlights during prom season as a secret matchmaker. Quietly rigging pairings for the local high school proms.
Backstage at the prom, wisps of hairspray and gossip drift between dressing rooms as his meddling starts to unravel. Teenage hormones fuelling the disharmony of doubtful dance dates with the allure of affordable, accessible attire.
When Charlie's own daughter, Emma, refuses her assigned date, he hands her old climbing ropes instead. His idea of a lesson in self-reliance, not romance.
Maybe the lesson worked? For Emma developed into an independent woman. Becoming a valued local reporter with an exhilarating climbing hobby inspired by her father's prom dress lesson. Years later, she free-solos a cleft in the cliffs above town, chasing a photo for the local magazine.
Mid-climb, she's "rescued" by a paramedic who turns out to be the tailor's old protégé, Mark. Charlie laughed at the setup he engineered from the start. Especially, when the two announced that they were to marry.
At the reception, Emma insisted on cornfield husks for confetti. Mark introduced his best man, Greg, built like granite shanks. And Charlie raised a toast that "some hunks just need a nudge."
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